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| smokey juke joint catfish and whiskey cornbread and sweat fliers hang off barn board walls battered as the guitar he carries battered as the life he's led he's a big man 300 pounds of heavenly joy and a voice like gravel on a coffin lid and when he moans low Where did ya stay last night? Sang it Wolf Sang it The whole place becomes a rhythm box heads bob hips grind feet stomp And Wolf is on the pulpit God has the blues I should'a quit you oh sistah you ain't never heard nothing like it he takes the stage and waits Hubert start Hubert father of Eric father of Keith father of a whole generation of rock and roll boys Hubert picks and twangs sharp and stinging attacks your spine and your foot moves OO-ooo tell me baby a long time ago hearts are touched lives exposed he sees your pain sees your weakness and drags it out into the mad harsh light where it's celebrated shared like the wafer and danced to death wailing soulful catalyst new orleans voodoo watershed and you leave empty pure cleansed The Wolf has worked his ju-ju once again |
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