After years of no success
Robert packed his things & up and left
He’d heard the stories from long ago
Whispers of the men he wished he’d known
On the nights without no moon
Head for crossing trails beyond the dunes
Offer up some twigs and bones
Articulate your wish to the ones below

Stepping out from the restless night
Was a green eyed devil with an appetite
He said “Bobby son, you’ll get your dream
You’ll play guitar like they’ve never seen”
But this gift I give it isn’t free
No you ain’t seen the last of me

//CH
And the nights they prattled on
The fame was like a drug
But underneath it all
He knew he was the founder of the 27 club

Ten years of nights that had no end
You could say they’d paid some dividends
Knowing that his time was nigh
Bobby grabbed his wallet to make a buy
The evening dark as it was before
Couldn’t find the devil he was looking for
In his place was a hand drawn note
It said “all sales final” and that’s all she wrote

//CH
And the nights they prattled on
The fame was like a drug
But underneath it all
He knew he was the founder of the 27 club