Robert Johnson Songtext
von Bill Morrissey

In the year of ′36 in the town of San Antone
A young man in a hotel room stares down a microphone
He sings each song once, then sings it once again
And each song comes from a hole inside where a soul once had been
The records made the juke all throughout the southland
Pretty women wondered, was he charmed or was he damned?
Look over his shoulder, was there something there he feared?
Turn your back for just one second, the man disappeared


Word came through St. Louis up to Chicago
And all the way to New York City where the blues just come and go
Someone took his picture once and an angel stopped and cried
In his eyes it was there to see, he'd crossed the other side

In a bar on a warm spring night was a man come through the door
He had a bottle with a broken label and Robert′s seen his face before
He said, "This is my very best, drink it down, drink it slow
'Cause when I call your name again, you just pack up and go"
Was it some kind of trick or did he jump the price?
Or did he find a way in hell to sell his own soul twice?

'Cause there′s a cry in the wind tonight
And only one man makes that sound
Baby, grab your hat and coat, Robert Johnson′s back in town!