Robert Johnson Hellhound On My Trail
I got to keep movin', I've got to keep movin'
Blues fallin' down like hail, blues fallin' down like hail
Umm mmm mmm mmm
Blues fallin' down like hail, blues fallin' down like hail
And the days keeps on worryin' me,
there's a hellhound1 on my trail,
hellhound on my trail, hellhound on my trail
If today was Christmas eve
If today was Christmas eve,
and tomorrow was Christmas day
If today was Christmas eve,
and tomorrow was Christmas day
(spoken: Aow, wouldn't we have a time, baby?)
All I would need my little sweet rider just,
to pass the time away, huh huh, to pass the time away
You sprinkled hot foot powder, mmm
mmm, around my door, all around my door
You sprinkled hot foot powder, mmm,
all around your daddy's door, hmm hmm hmm
It keep me with ramblin' mind, rider
Every old place I go, every old place I go
I can tell, the wind is risin',
the leaves tremblin' on the tree,
tremblin' on the tree
I can tell, the wind is risin',
leaves tremblin' on the tree
hmm hmm mmm mmm
All I need's my little sweet woman,
and to keep my company, hmmm hmm, hey hey
My company
Note 1: According to the Webster online dictionary a hellhound is a "dog of hell,
named Cerberus in Greek and Roman mythology, the three-headed dog guarding the
gate of Hades". It will probably stay a secret for all times what Robert exactly
meant by the hellhound, but the image of the hounds of hell, coming to seize
sinners, was often used in southern churches.
