At the Crossroad, Highways 61 and 49

“Mister Johnson I see you look to buyin' Mister Johnson That all you want is Fame? Mister Johnson Now what you got to offer? Mister Johnson Salvation is my name With a rhythm on a riff That's practically God Oh Lord, I'm a pure Undivining rod I'm a flickerin' candle With the blackest light I'm the darkest angel And I own the night Mister Johnson That instrument you got there Mister Johnson It's Lucifer's guitar Mister Johnson I'll tune it for you, baby Mister Johnson They won't know who you are I'm a cutthroat seller, The Magician of Deal Who can stoke sweet fire That'll make you feel Like a hothouse flower On double defrost Who won't give a nickel For the petals it lost Mister Johnson You slink on back to livin' Mister Johnson In devil-may-care control Mister Johnson Don't thank me for the favor Mister Johnson I thank you for your soul”