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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, |
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I might get put in jail |
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When my right hand itches, |
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I gets money for sure |
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When my right hand itches, |
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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, |
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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, |
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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 |
