Ghost Lee Waters - Witchdoctor Blues

They come knockin’ at midnight, with a cross in one hand, fear in the other. Yeah, they come knockin’ at midnight, cross in one hand, fear in the other. Say, “Preacher couldn’t fix it,” so they came lookin’ for my black magic. Got jars full of river bones, roots hangin’ dry by the door. Yeah, jars full of river bones, roots hangin’ dry by the door. You want your pain gone, child? Best know what you’re askin’ for. I got them witchdoctor blues, ain’t no prayin’ like mine. Yeah, I got them witchdoctor blues, pullin’ secrets outta time. You can keep your holy water, I drink the blood of the vine. I been talkin’ to the spirits, down in that bayou mist. Yeah, I been talkin’ to the spirits, they don’t judge, they just exist. They teach me songs of power, that burn like a serpent’s hiss. Grave dirt in my pocket, moonlight in my eyes. Smoke from the fire, carry my cries. If you fear the dark, then don’t call my name, ’cause the cure and the curse come from the same flame. I got them witchdoctor blues, ain’t no prayin’ like mine. Yeah, I got them witchdoctor blues, pullin’ secrets outta time. You can keep your holy water, I drink the blood of the vine. I got them witchdoctor blues, power runnin’ through my veins. Yeah, I got them witchdoctor blues, I ain’t bound by no chains. Call me heathen, call me cursed, but I know the old names. I got them witchdoctor blues, deep as the swamp is wide. Yeah, I got them witchdoctor blues, ain’t no need to hide. I walk with the dead, but the between is where I reside.