willdabeast

oh i saw him walking on down that road
with a broken pushcart and a heavy load
oh lord, have nercy upon my wicked soul
he looked right at me with his eye of gold
Ah, he'll sell you liquids
To cure that whooping cough
And fine liniments
At a poor man's cost
Ah, but when your time is up boy
And you feel that chill
He will come softly knocking
To collect his bill

it's the hoodoo operator, hoodoo operator