Voodoo Hand
Russell Allen Lyrics


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Late one night I was fixin' to fight
A dirty hustler tryin' to cop my $$$
When from behind a whiskey bottle
Cracked me then I hit the floor
Barely alive I could feel him drive
A black needle in to draw my blood
With an evil grin he sang a mojo hymn
And left me face down in the mud
Dark angel gonna get me
Lord, set me free

I've been cursed by a voodoo hand
Black magic all around
Oh mama, pray for my soul
I'm dying on this killing ground
Cursed by a voodoo hand
Death's needle pushing down
Oh mama, pray for my soul
I'm dying on this killing ground

Well, I headed south by word of mouth
To a shack down Louisiana way
I meet another man with voodoo hands
And this is what he had to say
I feel it in my bones
That your restless soul's
Tormented by an evil curse
But if this mojo man
Got your blood in his hands
No way the spell can be reversed
Dark angel ain't gonna let me be

I've been cursed by a voodoo hand
Black magic all around
Oh mama, pray for my soul
I'm dying on this killing ground
Cursed by a voodoo hand
Death's needle pushing, pushing
Oh mama, pray for my soul
I'm dying on this killing ground
Oh Lord, I'm dying

Cursed by a voodoo hand
Black magic all around
Oh mama, pray for my soul
I'm dying on this killing ground
Cursed by a voodoo hand
Death's needle pushing down




Oh mama, pray for my soul
I'm dying on this killing ground

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Russell Allen's "Voodoo Hand" tell the story of someone who finds themselves cursed by a dangerous black magic spell. The singer is attacked by a "dirty hustler" who hits him from behind with a whiskey bottle and then proceeds to inject him with a black needle. He is left face down in the mud and can feel the spell taking hold of him. He heads south to Louisiana where he meets a man with "voodoo hands" who explains that his curse is the result of a spell that can only be reversed by extracting the blood from the person who cast it. The song ends with the singer feeling helpless and hopeless, dying on the "killing ground" where he has been left to suffer from the curse.


Line by Line Meaning

Late one night I was fixin' to fight
I was getting ready to fight one night


A dirty hustler tryin' to cop my $$$
A dishonest man was trying to steal my money


When from behind a whiskey bottle
Suddenly, someone hit me from behind with a whiskey bottle


Cracked me then I hit the floor
The bottle hit me hard and I fell on the floor


Barely alive I could feel him drive
I was almost dead and I felt him putting a needle in my body


A black needle in to draw my blood
The man injected a black needle into my body to extract my blood


With an evil grin he sang a mojo hymn
The man had an evil expression on his face and he was singing a hymn with voodoo magic


And left me face down in the mud
He abandoned me on the ground with my face in the mud


Dark angel gonna get me
A dark and evil spirit is coming for me


Lord, set me free
Oh God, please help me escape this predicament


I've been cursed by a voodoo hand
Somebody put a curse on me using voodoo magic


Black magic all around
Magic of the dark and evil kind is everywhere


Oh mama, pray for my soul
My mother, please pray for my wellbeing


I'm dying on this killing ground
I'm dying in a dangerous and terrifying place


Well, I headed south by word of mouth
I heard a rumor and went southward


To a shack down Louisiana way
I went to a shack in Louisiana


I meet another man with voodoo hands
I met another man with voodoo magic powers


And this is what he had to say
This is what he told me


I feel it in my bones
I have a strong intuition about something


That your restless soul's
Your soul is agitated and cannot find peace


Tormented by an evil curse
A malevolent curse is causing you distress


But if this mojo man
But if someone with voodoo magic powers


Got your blood in his hands
Has your blood in his hands


No way the spell can be reversed
There is no way to undo the curse


Dark angel ain't gonna let me be
A sinister and evil spirit is still after me


Oh Lord, I'm dying
Oh God, I'm close to death


Death's needle pushing, pushing
The needle of death is slowly approaching and taking hold




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