The Guitar

I found this old guitar In a run down thrift shop store R.J. were the initials scratched into the back Could this be the guitar of lore The guitar that Robert Johnson held When he signed on the dotted line Here is the music you live for son But from now on your soul is mine The very same blues guitar he played Like there was no tomorrow Alas tomorrow for him came Filled with pain and sorrow I picked up that old guitar Started out strumming a few simple cords Laying around all of these years It sounded sweeter than sin and more I can't remember ever playing so well As I watched nimble fingers fly Don't know how long I'd been in the back Losing all consciousness of time When I found the old store keeper Asked him how much he wanted for my find He said it looks good on you son It's all yours... If you'll sign on this dotted line...