Clarksdale, Mississippi: Crossroads – hier hat Robert Johnson angeblich seine Seele dem Teufel verkauft

„I went down to the Crossroads…“
Wow, wir sind mittendrin im Blues-Country, in Clarksdale, der „Capitol of Blues“. Hier an der Crossroads soll Robert Johnson seine Seele dem Teufel verkauft haben, um ein besserer Blues-Gitarrist zu werden…

MSBluesTrail Crossroads - Clarksdale, Mississippi: Crossroads - hier hat Robert Johnson angeblich seine Seele dem Teufel verkauft


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Eric Clapton, die Rolling Stones und viele andere verehren ihn: den King des Delta Blues, Robert Johnson…

Cross Road Blues
I went down to the crossroad
fell down on my knees
I went down to the crossroad
fell down on my knees
Asked the lord above „Have mercy now
save poor Bob if you please“
Yeeooo, standin at the crossroad
tried to flag a ride
ooo ooo eee
I tried to flag a ride
Didn’t nobody seem to know me babe
everybody pass me by
Standin at the crossroad babe
risin sun goin down
Standin at the crossroad babe
eee eee eee, risin sun goin down
I believe to my soul now,
Poor Bob is sinkin down
You can run, you can run
tell my friend Willie Brown
You can run, you can run
tell my friend Willie Brown
(th)’at I got the croosroad blues this mornin Lord
babe, I’m sinkin down
And I went to the crossraod momma
I looked east and west
I went to the crossraod baby
I looked east and west
Lord, I didn’t have no sweet woman
ooh-well babe, in my distress

Hinweis: Die Reise fand im Jahr 2012 statt.