Gypsy woman told my momma, before I was born. You got a boy-child comin', gonna be a son-of-a-gun. Gonna make these pretty women, jump and shout. And the world will only know, a-what it's all about.
Well, I ain't superstitious, black cat just crossed my trail. Well, I ain't superstitious, but a black cat just crossed my trail. Don't sweep me with no broom, I might get put in jail.
We-ell, I can't quit you baby,. But I got to put you down a little while. We-ell, I can't quit you baby,. But I got to put you down a little while. We-ell you done made me mess up my happy home,.