A Song for Robert Johnson

Up on north to Detroit South down 51 to Memphis A pistol in his hand Many a good man hidin' in the shadows Just waitin' to give that boy six feet of land 'Little Robert Dusty' He's been stealin' hearts so easily You should hear him when he sings Double dealing at the crossroads Him and his guitar, they say Something's been playin' them Feeling - down in the fingertips Bold good feeling, woh, oh Like you could die for it And the bird that whistles And the bird that sings And the strong, strong heart beatin' And the stretched out wings Passion be a memory, she says Lookin' at the sheets where he used to lie with her Holdin' a picture, she's livin' again Things she felt when he played for her 'Little Robert Dusty' Been steelin' hearts so easily You should hear him when he sings Double dealing at the crossroads Him and his guitar, they say That something's been playing them Feeling - down in the fingertips Bold good feeling, woh, oh Like you could die for it And the bird that whistles And the bird that sings And the strong, strong heart beatin' And the stretched-out wings that he made Won't so easily, won't so easily fade The talk is, he still comes around Hey from Mississippi when your road is dark as night When nothing else gets to your sadness He's pickin' up his guitar and he's feeling it right 'Little Robert Dusty' And they stole his heart so easily He's singin' 'all my love in vain' Killin' at the crossroads But him and his guitar, they say That something's still playin' them Feeling - down in the fingertips Bold good feeling, woh, oh Like you could die for it And the bird that whistles And the bird that sings And the strong, strong heart beatin' And the stretched-out wings