i usually get the blues
pretty bad around christmas
and so this year i decided
to take a trip to
the crossroads in mississippi
to see my friend Nash
arkansas in my rear view mirror
Cross Road Blues
By Robert Johnson (rec 27/11/1936, San Antonio, Texas)
I went down to the crossroad, fell down on my knees
I went down to the crossroad, fell down on my knees
Asked the Lord above "Have mercy, save poor Bob, if you please."
Mmmmm, standin' at the crossroad, I tried to flag a ride
Standin' at the crossroad, I tried to flag a ride
Didn't nobody seem to know me, everybody pass me by
Mmm, the sun goin' down, boy, dark gon' catch me here
Oooo, ooee, eee boy, dark gon' catch me here
I haven't got no lovin' sweet woman that love and feel my care
You can run, you can run, tell my friend-boy, Willie Brown.
You can run, tell my friend-boy, Willie Brown.
Lord, that I'm standin' at the crossroad, babe, I believe I'm sinking down.
Face
painting on wood
According to a legend known to modern Blues fans, Robert Johnson was a young black man living on a plantation in rural Mississippi. Branded with a burning desire to become a great blues musician, he was instructed to take his guitar to a crossroad near Dockery's plantation at midnight. There he was met by a large black man (the Devil) who took the guitar from Johnson and tuned it, giving him mastery of the guitar, and handed it back to him in return for his soul. In exchange Robert Johnson became able to play, sing, and create the greatest blues anyone had ever heard.
Robert Johnson
Nash
owns a fine single wide mobile home
on bee tree trail
thats right off
the mississippi river
around the corner
at the redneck riviera lounge
beers a dollar
and burgers arent much more
after a couple of days
we set off for
the Crossroads
where
the seen meet the unseen
The Crossroads at Highway 61 and highway 49 in Clarksdale
I was ready to make a deal
with the devil himself
as i want to make
the best painting in the world
but, didnt spot the devil anywhere
maybe cuz it was broad daylight
so
i figured the next best thing to do
was find some good bar b que
so off we went to Ground Zero
Morgan Freemans famous restaurant
in Clarksdale
.
the bath room at ground zero
if you go to ground zero
in clarksdale
look for the crow
which coverd up half a dozen tourists siggys
which seemed like the
right thing to do
black crow at ground zero
(over by the kitchen doooor )