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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StillHoppin The PoetBay support member heart!
I'd settle for being able to play at all. :)

Such ability on display, and if it's any consolation, I'll bet if he were still around, Robert Johnson would wish he could write like you!

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2013-05-06


countryfog
Legend has it that Robert met the Devil at the "Crossroads" and sold his soul to be able to play like that, the thirty songs he immortalized in his short life. I think it's a bargain I might have made myself.
2013-05-05