Man,

This is what I call the blues. This what I call the down home dirty rotten crossroads blues.

This is what I call the down home dirty rotten crossroads, bad, mean, cold hearted cheatin' with my best friend on my wedding day black-hearted pickle-smellin' woman blues.

This is what I call the down home dirty rotten crossroads, bad, mean, cold hearted cheatin' with my best friend on my wedding day black-hearted pickle-smellin' woman, burnt pork chop, fried green tomatoes covered with dead flies blues.

Aw naw, aw naw, this is what I call the down home dirty rotten crossroads, bad, mean, cold hearted cheatin' with my best friend on my wedding day, black-hearted pickle-smellin' woman, burnt pork chop, fried green tomatoes covered with dead flies, sold my soul to the devil at a Delta crossroads cross-fire hurricane, open mic in a Louisiana gin joint that smells like sour beer and body stink, chicken gravy, poison ivy, I just got bit buy a cottonmouth blues.

Aw yeah, now. This is da blues brother.