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hellhound on my trail

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When Robert Johnson went to the crossroads at midnight to sell his soul he wasn't prepared for what he found.... for lo The Devil had brought his one-string bass-synth-guitar and he was in the mood to throw down some ropey Cream licks..... Lord have mercy 'pon his soul....

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