Chris King - Devilish Grin

G Well, Robert Johnson, he walked that road C Where the Mississippi Delta's cotton rows unfold G He was searchin' for a sound that would set him free D7 G In the heart of the South, where the blues would be. C G At the crossroads of midnight and despair, D7 G He met a man with eyes, like a distant flare C G Said, "I'll give you a gift, in exchange for your soul," D7 G With a devilish grin, the deal took its toll. G He played his guitar with a fiery soul C That night by the crossroads, he paid the toll G The devil's fingers danced upon the strings D7 G And Robert's music, oh, it sure could sing. C G At the crossroads of midnight and despair, D7 G He met a man with eyes, like a distant flare C G Said, "I'll give you a gift, in exchange for your soul," D7 G With a devilish grin, the deal took its toll. C But fame and fortune, they can't buy your soul G No, Robert Johnson paid a heavy toll C He sang his blues, he sang 'em so well D7 G But deep in his heart, a story to tell. G He wandered the highways and ramblin' roads C With the devil's whispers in every note he wrote G And when the devil came to collect his due D7 G Robert Johnson knew his time was through. C G At the crossroads of midnight and despair, D7 G He met a man with eyes, like a distant flare C G Said, "I'll give you a gift, in exchange for your soul," D7 G With a devilish grin, the deal took its toll. G Oh, Robert Johnson, he paid that cost C At the crossroads where the devil was lost G But his music lives on, in every heart it flows D7 G In the Mississippi Delta, where the legend grows.