I Ain’t Superstitious

I ain’t superstitious, but a black cat just crossed my trail
Don’t sweep me, don’t beat me, I might get put in jail

When my right hand itches, I get money for sure
But when my left eye jumps, somebody’s got to go

I ain’t superstitious …

The dogs are howlin’, all over the neighborhood
That is true sign of death, baby, that ain’t no good

I ain’t superstitious …