Robert Johnson
 
The sun is set over the hills
    and I sure can’t see
The sun is set over the hills
    and I sure can’t see
The night has come from down below
    and the dark is getting to me
 
I’ve bent down and prayed
    I’ve been to the crossroads
I’ve bent down on my knees and prayed
    down at the heart of the crossroads
I’ve been praying, hear me now Lord
    take away this heavy load
 
There ain’t a woman here
    who can keep my head level
There’s no woman alive or dead
    who can keep my head on level
Woman, you well’s to give up
    I done sold my soul to the Devil
 
Done traveled so much
    the road’s nearly gone
Traveled ’round here far too much
    the road is nearly gone
I’m giving up my rambling ways
    I’m taking the next road home
 
May God my Redeemer forgive my soul
    and make all my ways right
God my Redeemer, Lord, forgive my soul
    and make all my ways right
Lord carry me on home because
    the Devil’s coming for me tonight
 
I pray that my Redeemer will come
    and take me from my grave
I pray that my Redeemer will come
    and take me from my grave
I pray God my Redeemer will come
    though I have no soul to save.
 
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