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A while back I worked the docks for a man named Bethel Hodge. He smoked Havana cigars and he drove a two tone Dodge. He was never shy about tellin’ me how I’d never amount to much. Said I lacked imagination. Said I would wither in the clutch. But he ain’t half the man that he would lead you to believe and I can guarantee that he will be the first who’s asked to leave the premises when the deal goes down. So I left home for Louisiana to find me a mojo hand and I wound up playin’ harmonica in Bobby Douchet’s band. He was never shy about tellin’ me I ought to make this my last stop. Said there was nothin’ else left out there. Said I would never reach the top. Well, I love old Bobby dearly but I think he might be wrong. And I ain’t gonna miss my chance because of takin’ way too long to get there when the deal goes down. Woah, when the deal goes down. Woah, I got my suitcase ready. I’m gonna leave this one-horse town. So I went out on the road with a guitar man by the name of Reverend Don. He wore a black Fedora and he had his game face on. He was never shy about tellin’ me how I had the right to choose between comin’ out a winner or livin’ with the blues. Well, we hit the ground a’runnin and we traveled far and wide. One thing we have learned is that we ain’t gonna step aside for no one when the deal goes down. Woah, when the deal goes down. Woah, I got my suitcase ready. I’m gonna leave this one-horse town. |