Ray Wylie Hubbard - Dead Thumb King lyrics

I got some dirt from
Lightnin' Hopkins's grave
And some bones from an old black crow
I got a rattlesnake tail inside my guitar
I got a Molins cigarette and
A double six domino

I got a Mercury dime and a two dollar bill
And a bouquet of nine black roses
I got Four Thieves vinegar in a mason jar
And I swear by the seven books of Moses

I's workin' the road at the crossroads
It's bonafide conjurin' as all get-out
Stand aside and let's qualify
I am the dead thumb king, lest you doubt

I drink jimsomweed, sulfur, and honey
I never cut my hair in broad daylight
I wash my hands in Two Jacks extract
Come dark, I light a candle to Saint Expedite

I got an Indian head penny
Made in a leap year
I took in a mean-eyed cat
I named her Snake Bite
Red devil lyes buried at the
Four corners of my house
I got a mouth harp thrown
Away by Charlie Musselwhite

I's workin' the road at the crossroads
It's bonafide conjurin' as all get-out
Stand aside and let's qualify
I am the dead thumb king, lest you doubt

I got a rooster clock nailed to my front door
And a prayer candle on my window sill
I sleep with a woman who cusses in French
She makes pinwheels of feathers and daffodils

I's workin' the road at the crossroads
It's bonafide conjurin' as all get-out
Stand aside and let's qualify
I am the dead thumb king, lest you doubt

I's workin' the road at the crossroads
It's bonafide conjurin' as all get-out
Stand aside and let's qualify
I am the dead thumb king, lest you doubt
I am the dead thumb king, lest you doubt
I am the dead thumb king, lest you doubt