Dontcha mess around down them crossroads boy,
for unsavory types loiter there.
Dontcha mess witdat bayou hoodoo none,
not for money nor love nor a dare.
Dontcha linger long in them in-betweens.
Hustle quick through them forks in the way.
Dontcha let the temptation drag your feet,
for it ain’t worth the price you gon’ pay.
Dontcha get in no rush to get that kiss,
’less you lookin to get youself dead.
Dontcha race for that place you been summoned
to, nor be seen witchya eyes gone red.
For them Winchester boys mighta throwed that spell,
and them Winchester boys send you to Hell.