Sitting here thinking the blues
When Robert Johnson comes to mind...

And the circumstance in which he grabbed the chance
To make his guitar cry

They say he sold his soul to the Devil
Wonder how much of that is true
Did they really meet down at the crossroads
That night he came home with the blues

Gave away his soulful rights
When Satan took him under his wing
And gave to him his blues filled life
Of pain and misery

Poisoned over a woman
Jealousy took what it was owed
The world lost a great blues man
That night a great blues man lost his soul

When you make a deal with the Devil
Read the fine print down to the very last line

Sitting here thinking the blues
When Robert Johnson comes to mind...