A Song For Robert Johnson Lyrics

Up on north to DetroitSouth down 51 to MemphisA pistol in his handThere's many a good man hidin' in the shadowsJust waitin' to give that boy six feet of land'Little Robert Dusty'He's been stealin' hearts so easilyYou should hear him when he singsDouble dealing at the crossroadsHim and his guitar, they saySomething's been playin' themFeeling - down in the fingertipsBold good feeling, woh, ohLike you could die for itAnd the bird that whistlesAnd the bird that singsAnd the strong, strong heart beatin'And the stretched - out wingsPassion be a memory, she saidLookin' at the sheets where he used to lie with herHoldin' a picture, she's livin' againThings she felt when he played for her'Little Robert Dusty'Stole her heart so eaislyShe could hear him when he singsDouble dealing at the crossroadsHim and his guitar, they sayThat something's been playing themFeeling - down in the fingertipsBold good feeling, woh, ohLike you could die for itAnd the bird that whistlesAnd the bird that singsAnd the strong, strong heart beatin'And the stretched - out wings that he madeWon't so easily, won't so easily fadeThe talk is, he still comes around,Hey from Mississippi when your road is dark as nightWhen nothing else gets to your sadnessHe's pickin' up his guitar and he's feeling it right'Little Robert Dusty'And they stole his heart so easilyHe was singin' 'all my love in vain'Killin' at the crossroadsBut him and his guitar, they sayThat something's still playin' them- Repeat Chorus -