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Late one night I was fixin' to fight |
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A dirty hustler tryin' to cop my $$$ |
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When from behind a whiskey bottle |
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Cracked me then I hit the floor |
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Barely alive I could feel him drive |
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A black needle in to draw my blood |
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With an evil grin he sang a mojo hymn |
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And left me face down in the mud |
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Dark angel gonna get me |
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Lord, set me free |
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I've been cursed by a voodoo hand |
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Black magic all around |
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Oh mama, pray for my soul |
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I'm dying on this killing ground |
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Cursed by a voodoo hand |
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Death's needle pushing down |
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Oh mama, pray for my soul |
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I'm dying on this killing ground |
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Well, I headed south by word of mouth |
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To a shack down Louisiana way |
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I meet another man with voodoo hands |
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And this is what he had to say |
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I feel it in my bones |
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That your restless soul's |
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Tormented by an evil curse |
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But if this mojo man |
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Got your blood in his hands |
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No way the spell can be reversed |
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Dark angel ain't gonna let me be |
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I've been cursed by a voodoo hand |
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Black magic all around |
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Oh mama, pray for my soul |
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I'm dying on this killing ground |
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Cursed by a voodoo hand |
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Death's needle pushing, pushing |
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Oh mama, pray for my soul |
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I'm dying on this killing ground |
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Oh Lord, I'm dying |
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Cursed by a voodoo hand |
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Black magic all around |
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Oh mama, pray for my soul |
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I'm dying on this killing ground |
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Cursed by a voodoo hand |
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Death's needle pushing down |
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Oh mama, pray for my soul |
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I'm dying on this killing ground |