Delta - La Maison Tellier

Déjà quelques jours

qu’il avance comme ça

sur la route qui mène

au sud du Delta

La langue trop enflée

et la guitare trop lourde

rien a se croisement

sinon une voix sourde

Mister Johnson

save your soul, now

Seule ombre au tableau

dans ces marécages

le diable venu

livrer son message

Ce cura le nez

et son chapeau coiffa

laissant notre homme seul

au sud du Delta

Mister Johnson

save your soul, now

And I don’t think that waiting for the devil

And that’s why don’t think that waiting for the devil

And that’s why…

Et aux partisants

du vie monotone

s’assurant d’abord

qu’il n’y avait personne

s’adossa a un saul

répend son bardat

il se sent chez lui

au sud du Delta

Mister johnson

your soul, your soul, now

And I don’t think that waiting for the devil

And that’s why don’t think that waiting for the devil

And that’s why don’t think that waiting for the devil

And that’s why don’t think that waiting for the devil

And that’s why…

Already a few days

that he goes like this

on the road that leads

south of the Delta

Too swollen tongue

and the guitar too heavy

nothing crossed

otherwise a muffled voice

Mister Johnson

save your soul now

Only downside

in these swamps

the devil come

deliver his message

It cured the nose

and his hat combed

leaving our man alone

south of the Delta

Mister Johnson

save your soul now

And I don't think that waiting for the devil

And that's why don't think that waiting for the devil

And that's why...

And to supporters

monotonous life

first making sure

that there was no one

leaned against a saul

sheds its burst

he feels at home

south of the Delta

mr johnson

your soul, your soul, now

And I don't think that waiting for the devil

And that's why don't think that waiting for the devil

And that's why don't think that waiting for the devil

And that's why don't think that waiting for the devil

And that's why...