You can′t depend on anything really

There's no promises, there′s no point

There's no good, there's no badIn this dirty little joint

No dope smoking, no beer sold after 12 o′clock

Rosedale Mississippi, Magic City Juke Joint

Mr. Johnson sings over in a corner by the bar

Sold his soul to devil so he can play guitar

Too cool to be forgotten, hey-hey

Too cool to be for gotten

Man running through the grass outside

Says he wants to take up serpents

Says he will drink the deadly thing

And it will not hurt him

House rule, no exceptions

No bad language, no gambling, no fighting

Sorry, no credit, don′t ask

Bathroom wall reads "Is God the answer? Yes"

Too cool to be forgotten, hey-hey

Too cool to be forgotten

June bug versus hurricane

June bug versus hurricane, hey-hey

I had a lover, I...

I thought he was mine

Thought I'd always be his valentine

Leaning agianst the railing of a Lake Charles bridge

Overlooking the river, leaning over the edge

He asked me, "Would you jump into the water with me?"

I told him, "No way baby, that′s your own death, you see"

Too cool to be forgotten, hey-hey

Too cool to be forgotten

June bug versus hurricane

June bug versus hurricane, hey-hey

Hey, hey

Hey, hey

Hey-hey