"Witchin' Hour Blues" as written by and Hudson Whittaker....
Oh, hush, look and listen
That witchin' hour's here again
Oh, hush look and listen
That witchin' hour's here again
With such a creepy ol' feelin'
It's enough to drive a man insane

Now my door knob's rattling
My chair's turnin' round and round
Now my door knob is rattling
My chair's turnin' round and round
I can hear strange voices
And nobody can be found

Now, my aggravating mama
She died 'bout a year ago
My aggravating mama
Died about a year ago
And ever since she died
I've been handed everywhere I go

Now I'm afraid to holler
I'm even afraid to raise my hand
'Fraid to holler
I'm afraid to raise my hand
Because that, that witchin' hour
She come in walkin' like a man

When she was dyin'
I'll tell you people what she said to me
When she was dyin'
I'll tell you people what she said to me
Said, "Tampa you're goin' to have witchin' hours
And I will linger in your memory"


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