Ramblin On My Mind blues, blues rock Robert lived his life like he was following the winds blowing across the Mississippi River. The moment Robert's majestic presence was felt in a town he found his mind going to only one place. It's time follow that urge to pack-up and ramble on.
Stop Breakin' Down Blues blues, delta Robert's inner struggle with his own identity manifested in two forms: the devil and women. "Stop Breaking' Down" is an expression of the latter. Robert Johnson's life-long propensity towards lustful pleasures followed him like a cold wind. Never wanting to leave a footprint in the same spot, he was always moving on to a new town, a new bed, and a new woman. His plea in this song for women to stop their consent of his charming advances almost always fell flat - like a note dropped by an inexperienced musician.
Me And The Devil Blues blues, delta One of the rumors surrounding the Robert Johnson mystique (for which there are many) is that he soul his soul to the Devil. Robert took this mysterious detail of his life with him as he passed to the other side on August 18, 1938.
Drunken Hearted Man blues, delta Being extremely private by nature, RJ's lyrics provides a window for us to peer, even if only for a second, into a few of the otherwise elusive details of his family life. Robert was driven by his passions and lived each day to fulfill his love of playing music.
Malted Milk blues, blues rock Recorded during the height of Robert's popularity in the South, many fans see this as a tribute to Robert's name sake, Lonnie Johnson. Distress, distraction, and degradation has put Robert Johnson on a short leash as we hear the melancholic fable of him getting inebriated on mated milk, his only escape. A beautiful expression of the human condition.
Kindhearted Woman Blues blues, delta RJ can make his guitar sing like no other and that falsetto, brilliant. It all that snowboarding must keep his head clear and focused on his music.
Sweet Home Chicago blues, urban/R&B, pre-war, country blues "Sweet Home Chicago" is a tale of longing for your small corner of the earth. A place that is safe, with familiar scents and warm memories. And Robert Johnson's vocals sure soar over that scratchy sound of the 78.
