i studied evil, i can't deny,
was a hoodoo charm called a love me or die,
some fingernail, a piece of her dress,
apocathery, devil's behes'
i will relate, the piteous consequence my mistake,
fallin slave to passin desire,
makin' the dreaded love me or die.
against a jungle primeval green,
she had the looks of a beauty queen
no bangles or chain, wearin' broken shoe
seventy-five cent bottle perfume.
i said, "good mornin", i tipped my hat,
all the while i was cunning like a rat,
smilin gaily, looked her in the eye,
i felt in pocket, the love me or die
my past history, one to behold,
i studied magic from days of old,
membership, secret societies,
power and wealth in my family
but matilda, darling,
why you don't take my wedding ring,
like a demon under the floor,
i buried the hoodoo down the back door.
lawd, word broke through the town,
that a fever strike matilda down,
nine thirty, the doctor arrive,
priest come runnin, quarter to five.
standin in the weeds early next day,
i saw the meat wagon rollin away,
i seen matilda layin in the back,
her old mother wearin a suit of black
sound the trumpet, and bang the drum,
i wait for me judgement to come,
i know her spirit is down beneath,
i hear the weepin and gnashing of the teeth.
flames of hell licks at my feet,
in the shadow of the jungle i feel the heat,
matilda's waiting in hell for me too,
all cause she died from a badhoodoo.
