The blues hand of the Mississippi healer
told me to call Esu, the witch doctor
Mr. Lucky has done gone and left me,
no longer standing at the side of my bed
Gone on down the road!
The whipping post and the devil
await me at the end of the line

Like a fool I sold my soul
The knife stroke was clean and pure
as I fell onto the killing floor
The joker card laughed at my blood
The harmonica man fanned his hand
over his instrument with a quickness of the sound of a train 
rushing to a stop!
He patted his foot furiously
and his head jiggled eyes that bulged and popped
Feets don't fail me now!

The light bulbs turned into moons
while I howled like a dog at its mystery
Aw! This nigger done gone and cut me!
I fell into a dream
I done gone on too long
pushing the limits of luck