Robert Johnson Crossroads Blues

Robert Johnson Crossroads Blues

Robert Johnson’s grandson, he sent me a note

A letter to me he did wrote

Robert Johnson’s grandson, he sent me a note

A letter to me he did wrote

Said he’d read my words he’d heard our song

Said but what we had sung was wrong

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Said Robert never lied, never stole

Said he never ever sold his soul

Said Robert never lied, never stole

Said he never ever sold his soul

Coz it was never his to sell

It belonged in heaven not in hell

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Sitting on a gravestone

In the still of the night

Played your guitar alone

Till the chords and voice were right

They say you went to the crossroads

After midnight tolls

Did a deal with the devil

To him you sold your soul

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At the crossroads of Highways 49 & 61

Is where they said that the deal was done

At the crossroads of Highways 49 & 61

Is where they said that the deal was done

Up jumped the devil as dark as night

And made you an offer you thought was right

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Crossroads Blues, oh Crossroads Blues

Can you hear the wind howl

Through these Crossroads Blues

Crossroads Blues, oh Crossroads Blues

Hear the hound dogs howl

Through these Crossroads Blues

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Said Robert was a God fearing man

He served the Lord as best he can

Said Robert was a God fearing man

He served the Lord as best he can

Preaching love to the women in town

When their husbands weren’t around

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He had an eye for the ladies

Whether wed or not

Some say he died of syphilis

Some say he got shot

Maybe he was poisoned out of revenge

No-one guessed in death he’d be a legend

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Crossroads Blues, oh Crossroads Blues

Can you hear the wind howl

Through these Crossroads Blues

Crossroads Blues, oh Crossroads Blues

Hear the hound dogs howl

Through these Crossroads Blues

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Robert Johnson wasn’t on this earth long

But his legend lives on and on

Robert Johnson wasn’t on this earth long

But his legend lives on and on

His Blues call through the weeds of time

His haunted voice tangles up your mind

His Blues call through the weeds of time

His haunted voice tangles up your mind

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Robert Johnson’s grandson, he sent me a note

A letter to me he did wrote

Robert Johnson’s grandson, he sent me a note

A letter to me he did wrote

Paul Robert Thomas