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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Richard Wall

2017 AUTHOR OF THE YEAR at Spillwords.com

Born in England in 1962, Richard grew up in a small market town in rural Herefordshire before joining the Royal Navy. After 22 years in the submarine service and having travelled extensively, Richard now lives and writes in rural Worcestershire.

Richard’s stories reflect his life-long fascination with the dark underbelly of American culture, be it tales of the Wild West, or of the simmering menace of the Deep South, or the poetry of Charles Bukowski, or the writing of Langston Hughes, or the music of Charley Patton, Son House, Johnny Cash, or Tom Waits.