Blind Willie Johnson

singing 'about sin the old fashioned way

singing 'about sin the old fashioned way

Just about made me cry

looked up towards the sky

couldn't think of nothing to say

Looking for the soul of a man

through eyes that could not see

Looking for the soul of a man

through eyes that could not see

moaning and sliding

o time for hiding

for a poor boy like me

all I need Lord

is to hear you say it's gonna be alright

all I need Lord

is to hear you say it's gonna be alright

Wind it howls and the rain falls down

always on my head

Wind it howls and the rain falls down

always on my head

pack my bag real slow

I got nowhere to go

gonna stay in this bed

all I need Lord

is to hear you say it's gonna be alright

all I need Lord

is to hear you say it's gonna be alright