Well, I ain't superstitious
Black cat just cross my trail
Well, I ain't superstitious
Oh, the black cat just cross my trail
Don't sweep me with no broom
I might get put in jail

When my right hand itches
I gets somebody for sure
When my right hand itches
I gets somebody for sure
But when my left eye jump
Somebody got to go

Well, the dogs are howlin'
All over the neighborhood
Whoa, the dogs are howlin'
All over the neighborhood
That is true sign of death
Baby, that ain't no good

Well, I ain't superstitious
Black cat just cross my trail
Well, I ain't superstitious
Black cat just cross my trail
Don't sweep me with no broom
I just might get put in jail

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Writer(s): Willie Dixon