Y’all I’ve heard the story ‘bout the Mississippi crossroads
where mr. scratch deals with men’s souls
briefcase in his hand and banjo on his knee
promise everything you need
whisky, wine, women, and a mountain of money
don’t mean a thing ‘less you’re livin free
livin free

13 hours with 13’s luck, and I’m statin to think this deal kind of sucks
ain’t got lovin
ain’t got freedom
gettin tired of all this livin
and all the only play
out where the black cats prey
black cats prey

C’mon and listin
I come a callin
have a heart
son house, Fred sonic smith, Robert Johnson
Don’t play cards with Satan

13 hours with 13’s luck
and I think this deal still kinda sucks
too much evil
will kill you dead