| Well, I ain’t superstitious, black cat just cross my trail
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| Well, I ain’t superstitious, oh, the black cat just cross my trail
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| Don’t sweep me with no broom, I might get put in jail
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| When my right hand itches, I gets money for sure
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| When my right hand itches, I gets money for sure
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| But when my left eye jump, somebody got to go
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| Well, I ain’t superstitious, black cat just cross my trail
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| Well, I ain’t superstitious, black cat just cross my trail
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| Don’t sweep me with no broom, I just might get put in jail
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| Well, the dogs are howlin' all over the neighborhood
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| Whoa, the dogs are howlin' all over the neighborhood
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| That is true sign of death, baby, that ain’t no good
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| Well, I’m not superstitious, but that black cat across my trail
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| Well, I’m not superstitious, a black cat across my trail
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| Don’t sweep me with no broom, I just might get put in jail
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| Bad luck for me
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| This is bad luck for me |