Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Killed Robert Johnson, artist - The Stone Foxes. Date of issue: 05.07.2010
Song language: English
I Killed Robert Johnson |
| On a Clarksdale night, humid and hot |
| When your bottle and your blues are all that you’ve got |
| I didn’t want to do it, but he gave me no choice |
| I poisoned the whiskey that coated his voice |
| Guitar on the floor and my girl on his lap |
| So I topped off the bottle with more than a cap |
| When you poison men with alcohol, oh the liquor gets the blame yeah |
| And I killed Robert Johnson, just the same |
| So I hired that colored boy to play his guitar blues |
| To entertain the white folks and I’d pay him in booze |
| Oh but it turned sour quickly when he went for my wife |
| Even Sonny Boy Williamson couldn’t save his life |
| «Don't ever knock a bottle out another man’s hand» |
| He got a slow painful ending under Mississippi land |
| Now I’m not saying he deserved it, oh for crossing the line yeah |
| But I killed Robert Johnson, with strychnine |
| I’m lowdown, lowdown, lowdown |
| I’m lowdown, lowdown, lowdown |
| I’m lowdown, lowdown, lowdown |
| I’m lowdown, lowdown, lowdown |
| But he’s dying |
| So I’ve kept my mouth shut awaiting my fate |
| It’s trapped in the history of 1938 |
| And as the men that knew Robert all died of old age |
| My secret grew lonelier like his music on a stage |
| I may never tell the public the reason he’s dead yeah |
| Only the Hell Hound can pull this truth from my head |
| I’m not saying I regret it after all of these years yeah |
| But I killed Robert Johnson |
| I’m lowdown, lowdown, lowdown |
| But he’s dying |
| I’m lowdown, lowdown, lowdown |
| But he’s dying |
| I’m lowdown, lowdown, lowdown |
| But he’s dying |
| I’m lowdown, lowdown, lowdown |