Lyrics
You can't depend on anything really
There's no promises, there's no point
There's no good, there's no bad
In 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
