Eric Clapton

There is not a whole lot that can or will be said, at this point in the proceedings, it's all been said before, in a million ways, the words have been sung in a thousand places on one thousand and one nights, to twenty-five people, to two hundred and fifty thousand people, the number didn't matter then, it doesn't matter now, you played the way you played and we listened, took it in, drank it in, and sang the words back to you in a triumphal echo of joy and celebration, hands raised high, the lighted flames. The then, the now, past, present future, brought together in a single bent note, in a bottle-neck slide, You gave, we took, you gave again, we took, and gave back, still giving, still giving back, after all these years. We still listen, you still play

Crossroads

(Robert Johnson)

I went down to the crossroads, fell down on my knees.
I went down to the crossroads, fell down on my knees.
Asked the Lord above for mercy, Save me if you please.

I went down to the crossroads, tried to flag a ride.
I went down to the crossroads, tried to flag a ride.
Nobody seemed to know me, everybody passed me by.

I'm going down to Rosedale, take my rider by my side.
I'm going down to Rosedale, take my rider by my side.
You can still barrelhouse, baby, on the riverside.

You can run, you can run, tell my friend-poor Willie Brown.
You can run, you can run, tell my friend-poor Willie Brown.
And I'm standing at the crossroads, believe I'm sinking down.