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Skratch n’dat Magic Boy

Done got me a black cat bone  
picked from the side o’da road  
Done drank me a fireball  
drawn from where blood done flowed  
 
Done draw’d me a Satan circle  
little past 6 in the morn’  
dropped 6 drops of blood in da’golden dust  
celebratin’ da’day I was born  
 
Raised my harp to mah lips  
dry from da heat’n wind  
ready to pay fo’ fame’s delight  
& become da Devil’s kin  
 
I saw’d him walking da road  
black hat upon his head  
to hide da horns’n gray smoke  
dat’ followed the undead  
 
He learned me ‘dem secret chords  
unkown to men of faith  
he wailed’n wailed  
done summoned a screamin’ Wraith  
 
I learned all dem Blues boy tricks  
made womens sway dey hips  
drove all da men mad like hell  
took all dey goddamn chips  
 
Da money, fame’n whiskey  
done satisfied my yearn  
with little a’thought done given  
to da’lake of fire’s burn  
 
My miles done stretched so far’n wide,  
my blues wuz everywhere know’d  
eyes rolled back’n shrieks rang out  
for all d’notes I blowed  
 
I done got old in a big empty house  
before I know’d the time  
a’fo I saw dat dark man again  
a’lookin fo’dat soul a’mine…
Dresdamanx
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