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