Lyrics Dead Thumb King - Ray Wylie Hubbard

Dead Thumb King

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