A long time ago I accidentally stumbled upon Robert Johnson and I was astonished. Since that time I began reading, finding out for him and the Blues and above all listening to them.

So … just recently I developed a Blog (which due to individual responsibilities isn’t excellent yet) and more just recently this youtube channel on which I hope that I will publish my blues video … Not something special but something which I started with great deals of love about this music. Hope you’ll like them and take pleasure in!!!

my Blog site in English:
http://deltacrossroads.blogspot.gr/
and in Greek:
https://deltacrossroads.wordpress.com/

( Lyrics).

If your guy get individual, want you to have your enjoyable.
If your man get individual, want you to have your fun.
Best begun back to Friars Point, mother, and barrelhouse all night long.

I got women’s in Vicksburg, tidy on into Tennessee.
I got women’s in Vicksburg, clean on into Tennessee.
But my Friars Point rider, now, hops all over me.

I ain’t gon’ to state no color however her, front teeth crowned with gold.
I ain’t gon’ to state no color however her, front teeth is crowned with gold.
She got a mortgage on my body, now, and a lien on my soul.

Lord, I’m goin’ to Rosedale, gon’ take my Rheta by my side.
Lord, I’m goin’ to Rosedale, gon’ take my Rheta by my side.
We can still barrelhouse baby, on the riverside.

Now you can squeeze my lemon ’til the juice run down my …
( spoken: ’til the juice rune down my leg, child, you know what I’m talkin’ about).
You can squeeze my lemon ’til the juice run down my leg.
( spoken: That’s what I’m talkin’ ’bout, now).
However I’m goin’ back to Friars Point, if I be rocki n’to my head.