| I got some dirt from Lightnin' Hopkins’s grave
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| And some bones from an old black crow
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| I got a rattlesnake tail inside my guitar
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| I got a Molins cigarette and a double six domino
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| I got a Mercury dime and a two-dollar bill
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| And a bouquet of nine black roses
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| I got Four Thieves vinegar in a mason jar
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| And I swear by the seven books of Moses
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| I’s workin' the road at the crossroads
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| It’s bonafide conjurin' as all get-out
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| Stand aside and let’s qualify
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| I am the dead thumb king, lest you doubt
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| I drink jimsomweed, sulfur, and honey
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| I never cut my hair in broad daylight
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| I wash my hands in extract
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| Come dark, I light a candle to Saint Expedite
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| I got an Indian head leap year
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| I took in a mean-eyed cat, I named her Snake Bite
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| Red devil buried at the four corners of my house
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| I got a mouth harp thrown away by Charlie Musselwhite
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| I’s workin' the road at the crossroads
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| It’s bonafide conjurin' as all get-out
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| Stand aside and let’s qualify
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| I am the dead thumb king, lest you doubt
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| I got a rooster clock nailed to my front door
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| And a prayer candle on my window sill
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| I sleep with a woman who cusses in French
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| She makes pinwheels of feathers and daffodils
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| I’s workin' the road at the crossroads
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| It’s bonafide conjurin' as all get-out
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| Stand aside and let’s qualify
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| I am the dead thumb king, lest you doubt
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| I’s workin' the road at the crossroads
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| It’s bonafide conjurin' as all get-out
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| Stand aside and let’s qualify
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| I am the dead thumb king, lest you doubt
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| I am the dead thumb king, lest you doubt
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| I am the dead thumb king, lest you doubt |