Play Like Robert Johnson
Wish I could play guitar like Robert Johnson
Wish I could buy some shoes that fit real good
Then we could dance like ants on fire
It's like I'm preaching to the choir,
One day everybody will lay down their burdens
While the angels pass out pearly welcome cards
Seraphic doormen hand you mints and vouchers
Nobody needs an appointment just to stand in line
It's alright ladies and gentlemen perfectly divine,
Then I can play guitar like Robert Johnson
Won't need no shoes that fit so poor
Make my feet hurt and arches fail
Ain't no taxman knock at my door
Lord ain't no hellhounds on my trail
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2013-05-05 at 16:24
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