Witch Blues Songtext
von Steve Forbert

Hell ain′t got no fury
That can match your kind of scorn
You got a lot of people
Sort of sorry you were born
The way you treated Jim, yeah
Was more than I could understand
He took it sitting down, yeah
You took it way on out of hand
You're making lots of bad news
Spreading ′round them witch blues
When you come walking in, yeah
I look for some good place to hide
And if I find there ain't one
I do my best to get outside
The first time that I met you
You seemed like first-rate company
Don't that only go to show now
How wrong a guy can sometimes be? You′re making lots of bad news
Spreading ′round them witch blues
You're making lots of bad news
Yes, you′re giving people witch blues
You do not ride a broom, no
And you don't wear a pointed hat
But you can turn men into mice, yeah
You know a lot of tricks like that
And then I′ve seen you shatter women
Just like plate glass window panes
No, I don't know where you came from
But I would bet it′s mighty strange
You're making lots of bad news
Spreading 'round them witch blues
You′re making lots of bad news
Oh, giving people witch blues
Hey, yes, you are