| Lyrics: | Well, I ain't superstitious, black cat just cross my trail.
Well, I ain't superstitious, oh the
black cat just cross my trail.
Don't sweep me with no broom, I might get put in
jail.
When my right hand itches, I gets money for sure.
When my right hand itches, I
gets money for sure.
But, when my left eye jumps, somebody's got to go.
Well, I ain't
superstitious, black cat just cross my trail.
Well, I ain't superstitious, black cat just cross
my trail.
Don't sweep me with no broom, I just might get put in jail.
Well, the dogs
are howlin, all over the neighborhood.
Whoa, the dogs are howlin, all over the
neighborhood.
That is true sign of death, baby, that ain't no good.
Well, I'm not
superstitious, blow that black cat across my trail.
Well, I'm not superstitious, a black cat
across my trail.
Don't sweep me with no broom, I just might get put in jail.
That's bad luck
for me. |
