Ghost of Robert Johnson by Ken McGoogan

GHOST OF ROBERT JOHNSON

When I woke up this morning
The ghost of Robert Johnson sat drinking coffee at my desk
I said oh, Mr. Johnson, oh please, Mr. Johnson
You know that I do my best
But at times the Blues disturb me
And I can’t get my beauty rest

He said, The Blues ain’t nothing, Blues ain’t nothing
But a bad woman on your mind
I said, All the ladies tell me, all the nice ladies tell me
That a good man is hard to find
He said, All the bad ladies answer
That a hard man is good to find

I said, A naughty lady did say
That her husband had gone away
But she’s locked the front door tight
He said, That’s just discretion
Get over there on the run
Back door’s open every night
Boy, she sent me here to tell you
Back door’s open every night

I said, Thank you, Mr. Johnson,
Oh, no, no, don’t go, Mr. Johnson
Not after being so benign
He said remember what I told you
Let those bad ladies enfold you
Nice ladies they aren’t your kind
Ah, but those bad ladies know you
They say a hard man is good to find.
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