Kitchen blues

That hellhound started chasin' me
Across the neighbourhood
He found me in your kitchen
Searching high and low for food.

"My kitchen," she said to me
"Is the best place you've ever been
Don't come back an' tell me
There's a better scullery you've seen."

"If you've any money, lover
You better give it all to me
I'll carry it in my nation sack
Up above my knees."

"Well, I keep my kitchen well cared for
It's always, always so clean
Be sure I'll be there to feed you
Not only in your dreams."

Ah!
Ah Yeah!

I went down to the crossroads
Round about midnight
I was waiting for you
Robert Dusty by my side.

Down in LeFlore County
I got a mojo hand
Been drinkin' poison whiskey
Magnolia blues-you might understand?

"I tell you this my lover
I tell it, oh, so true
Don't you come on in my kitchen
If you're not wantin' food."

I've got pirate blood
I may have bloody hands
When I come on in your kitchen
You better treat me like a man.

Just talk to me, baby
Forget all the stains
Y'know regrets are always something
Best left in vain.

Oh!

If you're looking for redemption
Just cling to the gallows pole
Write it on your paper
If you can save my soul.