Driving On the Asphalt

I was sipping on some whiskey when a black cat crossed my trail; There was a black magic woman that liked to swish her tail. It was a black Cadillac that took my daddy to his grave; It was a black beauty potion that almost made me out its slave. A black night was falling the night my baby went away; It is a black phone I’m using asking her to stay. A nasty black tarantula scared old Harry half to death; It was hiding in bananas but then it turned and left. I saw a black panther prowling, for a bite to eat; I saw the black panthers armed and marching down the street. Black Betty had baby, blam-a lam; And when she has her toast, she spreads blackberry jam. There’s a story of some black birds, cooked up in a pie The Raven that was at the door, would stare with crocked eye. There’s a dark midnight calling, I’ve seen this once before; There’s a black colored squad car, parked at my front door. A black rain is falling, that’s turned to sleet and ice; And Black Death is calling; He’s been knocking once or twice. A bruise will turn to black, from the dotting of the eye; It’s a black gun I’m buying, making sure that he will die. A country crooner singing all dressed up in black; There’s a long train that’s coming, up along the tracks. Black colored liquorish, in a baby’s hand; Black colored activist, trying to make a stand. Business that struggle, to get into the black; Secrets that you’ve gave away, while riding in a hack. A leather black address book, filled with women’s names; A divorce decree that’s typed in black, that’s listing all his blames. The dealer on the corner, who will sell to you some crack; The black cracks on sidewalks, that will break your mothers back. This is all that I have to say, about the color black; And any new ideas, unfortunately I lack.