Ghost of Robert Johnson Sings

Cryin’ bout a nickel, dyin’ 'bout a dime...

Ghost of Robert Johnson Sings

Followin’ the river run,
down to New Orleans,
a harp and the moon,
and a forgotton tune,
the ghost of Robert Johnson sings.

Cryin’ bout a nickel, dyin’ 'bout a dime,
waking shoes, ramblin’ mind,
sittin’ in the corner 
bendin' guitar strings,
the ghost of Robert Johnson sings. 

Spend a few days in Memphis,
over at BB King…