s gonna fill their shoes?. (That?s what I need help about) Down in the delta?.Old sun house Hard luck and trouble what he was singing about Robert Johnson
Little Willie John (John Mertis Jr.) Recorded NYC Sep 20, 1995 King Single #4841 R&B Chart #5 1955 With Robert 'Bubber' Johnson-piano, Mickey Baker-guitar
(d. johnson/j. walker/c. cawte/s. turner) Got a robert johnson photograph that you didn't know exists Even got his autograph, let you have it for a kiss
finally made it on the evening news She's a Georgia peach, never within reach He's a felon from Baton Rouge I heard Robert Johnson playing on the steel guitar
the house of a thousand guitars. Through a purple haze you can hear the song in the house of a thousand guitars. When the clock strikes 12 Robert Johnson
finally made it on the evening news She's a Georgia peach Never within reach He's a felon from Baton Rouge I heard Robert Johnson playing on the steel guitar
dead Still it's a mighty dark night to travel he said I've seen a mighty dark night and I made that drive But I'll never get out of your love alive [ guitar ] Robert Johnson
) Justin Sullivan - vocals, guitar, keyboards, harmonica Robert Heaton - drums, guitar Nelson - bass Ed Alleyne-Johnson - violin Adrian Portas - guitar
Texas is in Mexico It's a bloody mess An' you know the rest Robert Johnson went to the crossroads A guitar in his hand Well, the devil had him a guitar
back porch blues The guitar cries, telling me About the hard times Something moves in the shadows Giving me a little chill I thought I saw Robert Johnson
elle viendra plus Il n'y a pas de ciel par-dessus La Hell nep Avenue Avenue du blues, boulevard de personne On y a vu trainer Robert Johnson Jusqu'au
him Texas is in Mexico It's a bloody mess You know the rest Robert Johnson went down to the crossroads A guitar in his hands Well, the devil had him a guitar
finally made it on the evening news She's a Georgia Peach never within reach He's a felon from Baton Rouge I heard Robert Johnson playing on a steel guitar
attend Harmonica entre les dents j'entends le vent sur mon contrat le blues resonne une ford aboie & je vois devant moi le diable en personne... robert johnson
