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In the year of thirty-six,
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in the town of San Antone
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a young man in a hotel room
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stared down a microphone.
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He sang each song once,
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and sang it once again.
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And each song come from a hole inside
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where a soul once had been.
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Those records made the jukes,
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all throughout the southland.
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Pretty women wondered,
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was he charmed or was he damned?
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Look over his shoulder,
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was there something there he feared?
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Turn your back for just one second,
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the man disappeared.
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Word came through Saint Louis,
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up through Chicago
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All the way to New York City
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where the blues just come and go
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Someone took his picture once
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and the angels stopped and cried.
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In his eyes it was there to see,
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he'd crossed the other side.
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In a bar on a warm spring night,
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was a man come to the door.
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He had a bottle with a broken label,
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Robert seen his face before.
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He said, "This is my very best.
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Drink it down, drink it slow.
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When I call your name again,
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you just pack up and go."
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Was it some kind of trick,
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or did he jump the price?
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Did he find a way in Hell
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to sell his own soul twice?
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There's a cry in the wind tonight
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and only one man makes that sound...
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Baby, grab your hat and coat...
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Robert Johnson's back in town.
