ROBERT HARRIS
Apparently you were supposed to go down to a crossroads; you take your guitar with you. You, you sit down uh, you play your best song. You know, you trim your fingernails back till they bleed, / the whole time you’re sittin’ there wishin’ that, you know, wantin’ the devil to come. And eventually he would walk up.
ROBERT HARRISApparently you were supposed to go down to a crossroads; you take your guitar with you. You, you sit down uh, you play your best song. You know, you trim your fingernails back till they bleed, / the whole time you’re sittin’ there wishin’ that, you know, wantin’ the devil to come. And eventually he would walk up.
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