| That hellhound started chasin' me
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| Across the neighbourhood
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| He found me in your kitchen
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| Searching high and low for food.
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| «My kitchen,» she said to me
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| «Is the best place you’ve ever been
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| Don’t come back an' tell me
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| There’s a better scullery you’ve seen.»
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| «If you’ve any money, lover
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| You better give it all to me
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| I’ll carry it in my nation sack
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| Up above my knees.»
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| «Well, I keep my kitchen well cared for
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| It’s always, always so clean
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| Be sure I’ll be there to feed you
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| Not only in your dreams.»
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| Ah!
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| Ah Yeah!
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| I went down to the crossroads
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| Round about midnight
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| I was waiting for you
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| Robert Dusty by my side.
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| Down in LeFlore County
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| I got a mojo hand
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| Been drinkin' poison whiskey
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| Magnolia blues-you might understand?
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| «I tell you this my lover
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| I tell it, oh, so true
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| Don’t you come on in my kitchen
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| If you’re not wantin' food.»
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| I’ve got pirate blood
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| I may have bloody hands
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| When I come on in your kitchen
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| You better treat me like a man.
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| Just talk to me, baby
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| Forget all the stains
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| Y’know regrets are always something
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| Best left in vain.
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| Oh!
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| If you’re looking for redemption
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| Just cling to the gallows pole
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| Write it on your paper
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| If you can save my soul. |