http://youtu.be/ioRWWfd_Q4w Did Robert Johnson, King of the Delta Blues Singers who died at age 27, really sell his soul to the devil at the Crossroads? And did Satin come to collect his debt? What does it mean to sell your soul? Can you actually, literally, sell your soul? Robert Johnson played street corners and juke joints. He was ever roaming and ever lonely. He wrote songs that romanticized the traveling life and became a musical hero to musicians who followed in his footsteps. With unprecedented intensity, he transformed his life’s hardships into poetic heights- and mined deep emotional depths. He made beauty out of pain. Johnson took the intense loneliness, terrors and tortuous circumstances that came with being an African-American in the South in the Depression, and transformed his personal experience into music of universal relevance. If anyone would understand the sorrow of selling one’s soul, it would be Robert Johnson. So a visit to his grave, searching for redemption, in solidarity and prayer, in hopes of connecting with the spirit of a fellow traveller during a hard time, a time of deep questioning, well, it just makes sense…

This song is a co-write with my very talented singer/songwriter friend, Ben Glover.

Lead Vocal, Acoustic Guitar - Mary Gauthier Electric Guitar - Guthrie Trapp Upright Bass - Viktor Krauss Drums - Lynn Williams Piano - Jimmy Wallace

LYRICS: OH SOUL

Black clouds blowing ‘cross a blustery sky Black clouds blowing ‘cross a blustery sky South of Highway 7 all alone crying Oh soul I sold you away

When you sell your soul it opens a deep dark hole When you sell your soul it opens a deep dark hole Drink ‘ll leave you thirsty fire ’ll leave you cold Oh soul I sold you away

Oh my soul I sold you away oh my soul I sold you away Oh my soul I sold you away oh soul I sold you away

It started with desires sweet soft kiss It started with desires sweet soft kiss Ended in an alley with my face against a fist Oh soul I sold you away

Oh my soul I sold you away oh my soul I sold you away Oh my soul I sold you away oh soul I sold you away

Redemption, redemption have mercy on me Redemption, redemption have mercy on me A body’s but a prison when the soul’s a refugee Oh soul I sold you away

I’m pulling into Greenwood to get down on my knees Pulling into Greenwood to get down on my knees By Robert Johnson’s grave pray my soul back to me Oh soul I sold you away

Oh my soul I sold you away oh my soul I sold you away Oh my soul I sold you away oh soul I sold you away