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 the 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 against 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

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Lucinda Williams