The Curse of the Mojo Hobo

Lyrics

The Curse of the Mojo Hobo Through the sweltering heat of the delta, beneath an ominous, thundercrack sky at that desolate crossroad he knelt and kissed sweet redemption goodbye; but then he rose like a hoodoo enraptured, with charisma and skill and desire unchained from his soul newly captured like a Phoenix sprung fresh from the fire. He wore the curse of the Mojo Hobo, beneath the wails of the Heavenly Host, crowned with an antichrist halo in cahoots with the Unholy Ghost. He went out busking the swamps of the Yazoo before every street corner shop, astounding those folks of the bayou for any spare change they might drop, yeah he raved like a mad, gypsy drifter carousing by floozies and booze always the legend, the grifter, raging like wildfire news. He wore the curse of the Mojo Hobo... But a jealous lover laced his whiskey with poison and at that fork where he brokered the deal he surrendered his soul to the demon though his legend like thunder still peals. 'Cause every kid with a second hand dobro and every punk with a pawn shop guitar longs that crown of the black magic halo like the rings from an agent's cigar. They court the curse of the Mojo Hobo...

Credits

Lyrics Credits: Jeff Root

Music Credits: Jeff Root

Producer Credits: Jeff Root

Metadata

Song Length: 3:45

Primary Genre: Rock-General

Secondary Genre: Rock-Alternative