Title: Robert Johnson > Artist: Bill Morrissey > Album: Inside > > Capo on 3. Play like Em, D, C, etc. > [Em] In the year of [D]thirty-six, in the [C]town of San [G]Antone [Em] a young man in a [D]hotel room stared [C]down a micro[D]phone. [Em]He sang [D]each song once, and [Bm]sang it once a[C hold]gain. And [Em]each song come from a [D]hole inside where a [C]soul once had [G]been. [Em]Those records [D]made the jukes, all [C]throughout the south[G]land. [Em]Pretty women [D]wondered, was he [C]charmed or was he [D]damned? [Em]Look over his [D]shoulder, was there [Bm]something there he [C hold]feared? Turn [Em]your [Em]back for [D]just one second, [C]the man disap[G]peared. [Em]Word came [D]through Saint Louis, [C]up through Chica[G]go [Em]All the way to [D]New York City where the [C]blues just come and [D]go [Em}Someone took his [D]picture once and the [Bm]angels stopped and [C hold]cried. In his [Em]eyes it was [D]there to see, he'd [C]crossed the other [G]side. [Em]In a bar on a [D]warm spring night, was a [C]man come to the [G]door. [Em]He had a bottle with a [D]broken label, Robert [C]seen his face be[D]fore. [Em]He said, "This is my [D]very best. Drink it [Bm]down, drink it [C hold]slow. When I call your [D]name again, you [C]just pack up and [G]go." [Em]Was it some [D]kind of trick, or [C]did he jump the [G]price? [Em]Did he find a [D]way in Hell to [C]sell his own soul [D]twice? There's a [Em]cry in the [D]wind tonight and only [Bm]one man makes that [C hold]sound... [Em]Baby, grab your [D]hat and coat... Robert [C]Johnson's back in [G]town.