Must have been the devil who changed my mind. Must have been the wind blowing not me crying. Half the joy of icaving was the space I left behind. Now I'm back, angelheaded holloweyed.
I believes my old lady she done, drive my black bone. You know I made my old lady she done, drive my black cat bone. I got a funny feeling right here, something's going all wrong.
I believes my old lady she done, drive my black bone. You know I made my old lady she done, drive my black cat bone. I got a funny feeling right here, something's going all wrong.
I believe that bad luck and trouble, man is all that joins us. I mean that bad luck and trouble, people that's all that joins us. When my bad luck quit me, Lord my trouble just began.