Crossroads of Hoodoo

Harmonic hums, midnight drums, shadows dance and run

Crossroads whisper, secrets keep, in the dark they sleep

Under moon’s glow, I walk the line, where the black cat prowls

Bones and charms, mojo bags, secrets of the soul

Papa Legba at the gate, deals are made in the night

Crossroads, my sacred space, where darkness meets the light

Riches call, lovers fall, under my spell

Roots and roots, poison truth, conjure what I tell

I got my mojo bag, with High John and the Conqueror

Making deals, casting wheels, in the delta wonder

Woman's love, wild like a tiger, in the jungle night

In the crossroads’ fire, I ignite

Black cats crossing, bones are rattling, spirits rising high

Gospel voices singing, backing me, lifted to the sky

Guitar and horns, trumpet calls, rhythm of the soul

Blues and voodoo, stories told, in my blackened hole

Roots on the enemy, roots on my foe, roots of love and fear

Conjuring power, hidden flower, secrets crystal clear

Delta blues on Memphis streets, with a southern soul

Making heard the voodoo's beat, to make me whole

Lover’s spell, I compel, by the sacred rites

High John’s power, in this hour, darkened nights

I got my mojo bag, with High John and the Conqueror

Making deals, casting wheels, in the delta wonder

Woman's love, wild like a tiger, in the jungle night

In the crossroads’ fire, I ignite

Humming softly, drums still pounding, spirits fade away

Voodoo’s whisper lingers, till the break of day

Crossroads silent, secrets kept, in the moon’s embrace

Southern hoodoo, my lure, my sacred place so grave yard dancing in the midnight hour with Mary Lavoe