Poem -
Robert Johnson
Forward, forward
Walking with Hell hounds
BluesĀ like hail
Falling down
Do you know who am
Do you know who I was
The wind is whipping,
Leaves falling off the tree
You knocked upon my door
Hello Satan
Is it time to go
Donāt want to die in Greenwood Mississippi
I am Only twenty seven
O I can feel the poison seeping in
Is it time to go
Do you know who am
Do you know who I was
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drunken wolf-Thanks for reading...Put yours up also..sure its kickassĀ
You take good care also:Ā
Oh MY God Mark!!.........AWESOME brother!!...........he's one of the reasons that I play acoustic guitar..........I have been playing and writing songs since I was nineteen..........played in bands across the country...........and EVERYWHERE I went (no matter what country)...........every musician knows and love's Him so...........it's like listening to the soul of a being ~ listening to his stuff........and it MUST be listened to on vinyl or it's NOT the same...........he's one of my heroes........and this is an AMAZING tribute.........beautifully chosen words and perfect ambiance created...........can't say enough...........meet you at the crossroads brother!!............."KickĀ Ass" is correct in every sense..............well done............T xo
Thank you Tony was trying to create something different with this one...you know the hell hounds dying so young .....walking with the devil should haveĀ put something about red hots...thanks for reading