Its 1930,i\'m sitting in a bar
through a smoke stained window,a Model T,..when a car was just a car.
I\'m down in the Delta,known as the land of the blues
its said to be their birthplace,where all today\'s musicians really owe their dues.
The entertainment walks in,it\'s a one man show,
just himself,his guitar and a harmonica in his pocket he may on a whim,pull out and blow.
I\'m running on empty,to the hooch-stand I head,
barkeep another triple! That\'s right,you heard what I said.
So back to my table in a dark corner I go,to get ready for this one man show.
The young man is great,with great skill but knows there is more,
he see\'s me in my corner,and I can see he\'s looking to score,
so i give him a sign,to let him know I see,
if it\'s Satan your looking for,well that would be me.
He asks if it\'s true,do I really buy souls?
Well Mr.Johnson,it\'s coming upon midnight,
how fast can you get to the nearest crossroads?
Written by;W.J.Gerhardt🕊