Ghost Of The Blues written by Richard Wall at Spillwords.com

Ghost Of The Blues

Ghost of The Blues

written by: Richard Wall

@writinblues

 

Walkin’ dusty roads forever
Wanderin’ cross the Delta land
A mojo in my pocket
and a guitar in my hand

I know poverty and hardship
Dark misery and shame
There’s none who’d never heard of me
You surely know my name

I was there at the crossroads
That day the wind blew cold
I watched him make the deal
And the Devil bought his soul

Poor boy in Mississippi
Nowhere else to go but up
Strumming guitar on street corners
For loose change in an old tin cup

That’s blues, delta blues
Yeah, that’s blues ghost of the blues

Some who preached my message
Found glory, wealth and fame
And some fall by the wayside
Dying early in my name

Poor boy in Mississippi
Nowhere else to go but up
Strumming guitar on street corners
For loose change in an old tin cup

That’s blues, delta blues
Yeah, that’s blues ghost of the blues

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