Lonnie Johnson "Superstitious Blues (1927)" |
I'm so superstitious, broke a mirror one day. I'm so superstitious, broke a mirror one day. I'll have seven years bad luck, honey, so they say. I'm having such a hard time, don't know what to do. I'm having such a hard time, don't know what to do. It's all because, I've got those superstitious blues. Woke up this mornin', honey, �bout half past four. Woke up this mornin', honey, �bout half past four. Thought about that mirror, I broke four years ago. My babe left town, left me a gray mule to ride. My babe left time, left me a gray mule to ride. That mule got so superstitious, he laid down and died. A black cat crossed me one mornin', honey, �bout six o'clock. A black cat crossed me one mornin', honey, �bout six o'clock. And before I'd pass that spot, I'd walk around the block. Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |