Lonesome Delta

The last Cameo I ordered only played once. I contacted Cameo about it, but I guess they could not fix it, so they offered me a redo. Now, I know that being an actor, you are used to repeating lines, but I really liked what you said, and don't want you to try and recreate it, so I am sending a different poem. 

Someone gave me hoodoo as a writing prompt, and this is what I came up with. It is written phonetically, or at least I tried. I confess that I am not an expert on dialects of the deep South. I heard you say in an interview that you can do a deep Southern accent? I wanted to give you something you could use that accent with, if it's not too much to ask?

And, yes, "muddy waters" is a hat tip to Muddy Waters. 

Lonesome Delta

When she call
de snakes
dey come from all directions.
She dry dey skins
on da roof a da shed
crush dem to a powda
to hoodoo people.

She keep her mojo
nexta her skin.
In it she got a
pair a wishin’ beans,
a rabbit foot, an’
de namesa her sons
done been sent down river.

She whistle t'rough toofless gums
while she mix up a foul smellin’
gris-gris an’ speak
some in-can-tay-shuns
make snakes come up in de legs
a da law man
what put her sons away.

’sno mumbo jumbo.

Night time
da juke joint’s shakin’
guitars howl
an’ cry an’ scream
an’ she rememba
runnin’ t'rough muddy waters
wit a baby at her breast.

Dat’s when she met da man at da crossroads
what taught her da power a hoodoo.

An’ dey mix a lucky mojo
to bless that chile’s fingers
soz when he growz
he learn to play
all da wrong notes
jus’ right.

But he rode doz notes
up river
to Chicago
where dey
pay to hear him play-an’
he play like da devil hisself.

An’ she lef'
all alone
on da Delta.

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Here it is written non-phonetically in case you need to see it. 

When she call
the snakes
they come from all directions.
She dry the skins
on the roof of the shed
crush them to a powder
to hoodoo people.

She keep her mojo
next to her skin.
In it she got a
pair a wishing beans
a rabbit foot, and
the names of her sons
done been sent down river.

She whistle through toothless gums
while she mix up a foul smelling
gris-gris and speak
some incantations
make snakes come up in the legs
of the law man
what put her sons away.

it's no mumbo jumbo.

Night time
the juke joint's shaking
guitars howl
and cry and scream
and she remember
running through muddy waters
with a baby at her breast.

That's when she met the man at the crossroads
what taught her the power of hoodoo.

And dey mix a lucky mojo
to bless that child’s fingers
so when he grows
he learn to play
all the wrong notes
just right.

But he rode those notes
up river
to Chicago
where dey
pay to hear him play-and
he play like the devil himself.

And she left
all alone
on da Delta.