Elgin moves, Queen of Spades
Hobnail boots and a fever gauge
After 32 eatless weeks
The gypsy turned and she said to me
'You're someone's bad luck child'
Ain't no Mississippi god
Where the Southern crosses the Dog
I'm in my whiskey, in my shell
Your lips are wet, your mouth's a burning hell
That 61 stretches just as long as my arm
Eleven twenty-nine down on Parchman Farm
You're just a bad luck child
Ain't no long Lincoln god
Ride the blinds right through the Dog
Now I'm in my whiskey, in my hell
Hot foot powder all 'round my door
You laid a passway for me, then you put me on the killing floor
You're just a bad luck child
Way down on the riverside
Found a distillery, lost my mind
To a no-good doney, gypsy told me
Lord my mother she done told me
My father told me
My father told me too
'It's a mean old town to live in by yourself'
Lord I worked for the dollar
Welfare flour
Man that military dime
She's a big white girl and she ain't no friend of mine
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