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Behind the junkyard thereís a record they play,
Everything you love is going to pass away.
Mojo men working for the price of a pint:
One sawbuck can change your luck by Saturday night.

I need some redemption, I need some sin.
I need a way out of the hole Iím in.
Bokor-man said, I can see youíre in rough.
I can do the work if you want it enough.

Meet me at the corner of Sun and Moon.
Iíll be singing a dead manís tune
Under a questionable streetlamp, in a dubious fog.
Bring thirty silver dollars and a long, low dog.

He conjured all night, and in the morning he cried,
Keep that guardian devil right by your side.
His nose can smell ambush, his ears can tell lies.
He can make a Judas break by flashing his eyes.

Believe me or doubt me, I donít give a damn.
Call it Lady Luck, say itís the way I am,
But if you mess with me, make your funeral plans first:
In thirty days and thirty ways youíll know youíve been cursed.

I can make you dance, I can make you sing.
I can make a diamond out of any old thing.
Take a little chance, let me work a spell.
Devil got the scoop on what the angels never tell.

Meet me at the corner of Sun and Moon.
Iíll be singing a dead manís tune,
Under a questionable streetlamp, in a dubious fog,
With thirty silver dollars and a long, low dog.

Rocking in the wheat fields, rolling in the corn,
Been pleasing pretty women nearly since I was born.
City suites, village streets, country roads:
Stay to play until the day it all explodes.

One man had a sister, one man had a wife.
One man brought a shotgun and the other a knife.
Waiting in the alley from dusk until dawn,
They never found me and my hound, ícause we were long gone.

I was at the corner of Sun and Moon,
Radio playing a dead manís tune,
Under a questionable streetlamp, in a dubious fog,
With thirty silver dollars and a long, low dog.

Meet me at the corner of Sun and Moon,
Radio playing a dead manís tune,
Under a questionable streetlamp, in a dubious fog,
With thirty silver dollars and a long, low dog.