Misc Originals – Chris King - Devilish Grin (Guitar)

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Well, Robert Johnson, he walked that road

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Where the Mississippi Delta's cotton rows unfold

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He was searchin' for a sound that would set him free

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In the heart of the South, where the blues would be.

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At the crossroads of midnight and despair,

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He met a man with eyes, like a distant flare

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Said, "I'll give you a gift, in exchange for your soul,"

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With a devilish grin, the deal took its toll.

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He played his guitar with a fiery soul

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That night by the crossroads, he paid the toll

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The devil's fingers danced upon the strings

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And Robert's music, oh, it sure could sing.

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At the crossroads of midnight and despair,

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He met a man with eyes, like a distant flare

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Said, "I'll give you a gift, in exchange for your soul,"

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With a devilish grin, the deal took its toll.

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But fame and fortune, they can't buy your soul

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No, Robert Johnson paid a heavy toll

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He sang his blues, he sang 'em so well

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But deep in his heart, a story to tell.

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He wandered the highways and ramblin' roads

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With the devil's whispers in every note he wrote

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And when the devil came to collect his due

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Robert Johnson knew his time was through.

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At the crossroads of midnight and despair,

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He met a man with eyes, like a distant flare

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Said, "I'll give you a gift, in exchange for your soul,"

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With a devilish grin, the deal took its toll.

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Oh, Robert Johnson, he paid that cost

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At the crossroads where the devil was lost

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But his music lives on, in every heart it flows

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In the Mississippi Delta, where the legend grows.