Dead Thumb King - Ray Wylie Hubbard

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 extract

Come dark, I light a candle to Saint Expedite

I got an Indian head leap year

I took in a mean-eyed cat, I named her Snake Bite

Red devil 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