Hellhound On Ma Trail

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Gotta keep movin
Don’t slow down
Gotta keep on movin
No time to slow down
Muthafuckin blues fallin down like hail homie…

Gotta go gotta go
Can’t go with the flow
My minds a twisted vine
All messed up n grime
I was told that bus was mine
And the whole thing would be fine
All set up to reel and fly
In that great gig in da sky
Where Robert n Lemon n Lead
All words said
Rest their heads
All the pain all the dread
Robert’s my crossroad boy
That guitar weren’t some damn toy
N the pen was more mighty than the sword
Yet soon u be cryin’ for dat lord
In that time I saw
What become of thee
At da crossroads wit da devil
An off da wall level

There’s a hellhound on ma trail
Burnin white hot off da dail
Knockin down walls n doors
Always beyond da law
There’s a hellhound on my trail
Wreckin me up in style
I can’t get no sleep
Leavin me too deep

Brother go brother don’t blow
Put it out and show ’em how
Box them demons underground
Let dat doubt n anger fully drown
Think of life as one great chess board
Your pawns are diamonds on a stress board
No need to hustle you don’t need to
Don’t fall down on jerk-offs to feed you
When you were growing in them fields
So much mess no time for seeds
To sow and snowball all to deal
Another day to get real
All dat Satan stuff one big illusion
To justify all your confusion
And when you’re new n reborn
In the eye of this storm
You return to Son n Will
They like ‘shit that man plays ill!!
Little then did they know
Meet the new boss fully grown

There’s a hellhound on ma trail
Burnin white hot off da dail
Knockin down walls n doors
Always beyond da law
There’s a hellhound on my trail
Wreckin me up in style
I can’t get no sleep
Leavin me too deep

Now I am lyin’ in a field
Tumbling and groanin
Stoned outta my mind
My time is down to fade out clicks
All them chicks used me for kicks
Said, ‘daddy play me one more lick’
These last moments now I am sick
I am losing track n all
But my spirit won’t fall
You’re gonna miss me when I am gone
You’re gonna miss me now the king is gone
But he ain’t forgotten
This is the story of Robbie J
On some other star still burning real bright.

 

By Nicholas Peart

In memory of Robert Johnson (1911-38), the King of the Mississippi Delta Blues

Written: June and November 2017

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