You can't depend on anything really, there's no promises, there's no point There's no good, there's no bad, in this dirty little joint No dope-smoking, no beer sold after 12 o'clock Rosedale, Mississippi, Magic City Juke Joint Mr. Johnson sings over in a corner by the bar Sold his soul to the devil so he can play guitar
Too cool to be forgotten, hey hey, too cool to be forgotten
Man running through the grass outside says he wants to take up serpents Says he will drink the deadly thing, and it will not hurt him
House rules, no exceptions No bad language, no gamblin', no fightin' Sorry, no credit, don't ask Bathroom wall reads: Is God the answer? Yes
Too cool to be forgotten, hey hey, too cool to be forgotten
June bug versus hurricane June bug versus hurricane, hey hey
I had a lover, I, I thought he was mine Thought I'd always be his valentine
Leaning agianst the railing of a Lake Charles bridge Overlooking the river, leaning over the edge He asked me, ""baby, would you jump into the water with me?"" I told him, ""no way, baby, that's your own death, you see""
Too cool to be forgotten, hey hey, too cool to be forgotten
June bug versus hurricane June bug versus hurricane, hey hey Hey hey Hey hey
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