Chords for I Killed Robert Johnson

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[G] On a cold, stale _ night, _ _ humid and [Bb] hot, [C]
[G] when your bottle and your blues are all that you've [Bb] got.
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[G] I didn't want to do it, but he gave me no [Bb] choice.
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[G] I pour his umber whiskey, _ _ with a cold in his [Bb] voice.
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_ Guitar on the floor, and my girl on his lap. _ _
[G] So I tried to go for battle, _ with more than a [Bb] cap.
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_ [Dm] _ When you're poisoning men with alcohol, the liquor gets the blame. _
Yeah, [B] and I killed Robert [G] Johnson, _
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[G] So I hired that colored boy, _ to play his guitar [Bb] blues.
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[G] To entertain the white folks, _ at Parent Boo's.
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[G] Oh, but it turned sour quickly, _ _ when he went for my [Bb] wife. _ _
[G] Even sonny boy _ Williamson, couldn't save his life.
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[C] _ Don't ever knock a _ bottle, out another _ man's hand. _
[G] He got a slow, painful ending, _ on the Mississippi [Bb] land. _
_ [Dm] _ And I ain't saying he deserved it, _ for crossing the line. _ _
_ But I [B] killed Robert Johnson, [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ [D] with a slick [G] knife.
I'm low-down, low-down, low _ _ -down.
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_ [G] I'm low-down, low-down, low-down.
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_ _ _ _ But [Bb] he's _ [D] _ dying.
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_ So I've kept [G] my mouth shut, _ _ _ awaiting [Gm] my fate. _
_ _ Oh, it's [G] trapped in the history _ _ of _ _ 1938.
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_ _ [G] And as the men who knew Robert _ _ all died of old [Bb] age,
_ _ [G] oh, my secret grew lonelier _ _ like his music on a stage.
[Bb] _ _ [G] I may never tell the _ public _ the reason he's dead.
Yeah, but only the hellhound can grow this truth from my [Bb] head.
_ [G] _ _ [Dm] And I ain't saying I regret it after all these years.
_ Yeah, [Em] but I killed Robert Johnson.
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He shot _ me. _ _
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_ _ _ But [C] he's _ died.
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_ _ _ But [C] he's died.
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Lowdown.
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[G] _ Lowdown.
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Lowdown.
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