Went down to the crossroads, Just before the dawn, Went down to the crossroads, Just before the dawn, Saw a man standin’ there While the night held on. Had a guitar on his shoulder, Hat pulled down low, Had a guitar on his shoulder, Hat pulled down low, Said his name was Robert Johnson, Said he had to go. He said, “Boy, what you doin’ Out here all alone?” He said, “Boy, what you doin’ Out here all alone?” I said, “I been lookin’ for the blues I can’t find back home.” Robert took my guitar, Tuned it soft and slow, Robert took my guitar, Tuned it soft and slow, Played one little turn I ain’t never known. He handed it back to me, Didn’t say a word, He handed it back to me, Didn’t say a word, When I struck that first note, That’s when I heard. Sun come creepin’ up, Man already gone, Sun come creepin’ up, Man already gone, Left me with that unholy sound And Hellhounds on my trail.
