Déjà quelques jours qu’il avance comme ça
Sur la route qui mène au sud du delta
La langue trop enflée la guitare trop lourde
Rien à ce crois#ment, sinon une voix sourde
Mister Johnson, sell your soul now !
Seul ombre au tableau dans ces marécages
Le diable venu livrer son message
Se cura le nez, son chapeau coiffa
Laissant nôtre homme seul au sud du delta
Mister Johnson, sell your soul now !
And I don’t think that, waitin’ for the dеvil is that wise (×2)
Plutôt partisan d’une vie monotonе
S’assurant d’abord qu’il n’y avait personne
S’adosse à un saule, répand son barda
Il se sent chez lui au sud du delta
Mister Johnson, you sold your soul now
And I don’t think that waintin’ for the devil is that wise
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Delta Lyrics English
Already a few days he’s moving like that
On the road that leads south of the delta
The language too swollen the guitar too heavy
Nothing at this cross, if not a deaf voice
MISTER JOHNSON, SELL YOUR SOUL NOW!
Only shadow in the table in these swamps
The devil come to deliver his message
Cured his nose, his hat capsa
Leaving ours alone south of the delta
MISTER JOHNSON, SELL YOUR SOUL NOW!
And i Don’t Think That, Waitin ‘for the Devil Is That Wise (× 2)
Rather partisan of a monotonous life
Ensuring first that there was no one
Ensites a willow, spreads his barda
He feels at home south of the delta
Mister Johnson, You Soli Your Soul Now
And i Don’t Think That Waintin ‘for the Devil Is That Wise
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