Yeah, well, he's drinking down the bourbon like it was soda pop Trying to quell a feeling he knows ain't gonna stop He's mortgaged out his blood for one
Well, you think you're sitting pretty But you're sitting on a powder keg Well, you think you're standing steady But you're weak as a matchstick leg Well
I'm easy come and easy go Now you're not so carefree You found the thorn behind the rose You took it, oh, so badly Lost inside yourself You gotta break
be some kind of jinx I don't care what anybody thinks This must be some kind of jinx Will I swim or will I sink? This must be some kind of jinx, oh
Who's that calling way out there? I've got your signal, loud and clear In the distance a light is near Through the night, sharp as a spear My mind sees
Well, the Devil made me do it, do it, do it The Devil made me trip and fall The Devil drove me to it, to it, to it Till I had no chance at all What did
You give me double vision, strange transmission When you walk in the room Tongue tied feeling, can't see the ceiling You've turned out the moon Tell
Well, you know yourself little girl You ain't treating your daddy right Leave home in the morning Ain't back till late at night That's nothin' but the
Ride on, ride on Red, ride on Well, I left my home in Vicksburg and started traveling north Made it to New Orleans as the bus was taking off The citizens
Loose talk from uptight people People out for blood to draw Just keep cool, don't let it phase you All that stuff ain't worth a straw Tight talk from
some kind of jinx. I don't care what anybody thinks, 'Cos this must be some kind of jinx. Will I swimor will I sink, This must be some kind of jinx.
Preklad: Rory Gallagher. Prekliaty.
