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Melanie

A Song For Robert Johnson

 

A Song For Robert Johnson

(álbum: Lowcountry - 1997)


Up on north to Detroit
South down 51 to Memphis
A pistol in his hand
There's many a good man hiding in the shadows
Just waiting to give that boy six feet of land

'Little Robert Dusty'
He's been stealing hearts so easily
You should hear him when he sings
Double dealing at the crossroads
Him and his guitar, they say
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 beating
And the stretched out wings

Passion be a memory, she said
Looking at the sheets where he used to lie with her
Holding a picture, she's living again
Things she felt when he played for her

'Little Robert Dusty'
Stole her heart so easily
She could 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 beating
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 picking up his guitar and he's feeling it right

'Little Robert Dusty'
And they stole his heart so easily
He was singing 'all my love in vaing
Killing at the crossroads
But him and his guitar, they say
That something's still playing them

'Little Robert Dusty'
And they stole his heart so easily
He was singing 'all my love in vaing
Killing at the crossroads
But him and his guitar, they say
That something's still playing them

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