luck, with the good things in your past. When you believe in the things that you don't understand, then you suffer. Superstition is not the way. Oh
t explain And it's making me cry And it's making me cry And I'm slipping away, love I'm slipping away It's only superstition Only your imagination It's only superstition Only superstition
: Superstition is Your modern eye With original skin And original lie Your modern shell Wants to feed itself You got elected now honey so What
: i remember just how it used to be when the nights were fucking ours and the sunrise made me feel so sick things were much simpler and those summers
your past If you believe in things that you don't understand Then you suffer Superstition ain't the way Superstition ain't the way... Superstition ain
Then you suffer, Superstition ain't the way, yeh, yeh. When you believe in things that you don't understand, Then you suffer, Superstition ain't the
years of bad luck All the good things in your past, yes When you believe in things That you don't understand Then you suffer Superstition ain't the
Seven years of bad luck, the good things in your past When you believe in things that you don't understand Then you suffer Superstition ain't the way
What do I have to do? I've been down and out, doing without the love that got me through And what do I have to say? I just want you to know that I know
Down on the muddy banks of the bayou At Magaline's moonlit cabaret Captain Creole's in all his glory Sippin' whiskey and tellin' stories Let's hear the
Down by the river Where the lights hung from the trees Midnight swallows sunlight Muddy water runs between your knees Everybody wants to be down at soulcreek
Yeah boy, I sure do, I remember yonder back yonder n' the 20's They said that a Floyd Collins, he'd been caught in that cave That sand cave down there
All night long thunder calls Can't get away from here Songbirds calling, sky keeps falling Ain't no use in fear Every night it comes back to me Everything
Out here there's a hole in the sky Doors open to the other side I saw a two headed dog fighting over a bone Black haired woman turned into crows I gotta
Stuffed man laying in the yard There's a black dog by the car Reverend Wrinkle drinking his tea Lord, can't you see? Yeah Moonlit man got it all in his
The things my father said would make me a better man Hard work and the love of friends, a woman that understands I hope my father knows the seeds we've
Inside these four walls There ain't nobody but me There's a place that I run to Where there ain't nobody to please Here's everything I wanted to say
I have looked out my window And you know she's no longer there There's an angel standing in her place, well she won't care Couldn't be that easy for her
