Best Line: "Oh baby, don't you want to go / To my sweet home of Chicago?"
His music sounds like it was recorded with microphones that were actually pine cones, but really it only contributes to the beauty. Who would want to polish the blues? When a man who supposedly sold his soul to the devil for his talents moans about wanting to return to his sweet home Chicago—poof—you have an anthem. We wouldn't be surprised if Chi-town sold its soul to the devil for Robert Johnson.