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They say Robert Johnson couldn't play that guitar one lickuntil he gave his soul away, and that his voice near itched.Folks became amazed by the music he could make,once they listened.Looking at birds, my friend can see the dinosaurs they were.They scare her winging down. She can't decide the sound.They say before he was cursed to live on his belly, give upthe terrible wings, Lucifer was loved.They say that night he became a black man offeringvision, a faithful woman, then fame,