Lyrics:
and don't you mess with me
Y'know I'm here
Everybody knows I'm here
And I'm the hoochie-coochie man
Everybody knows I'm here
Gypsy woman told my
sweet man should pass me by
If I die where'll he be
He's the kind of a man needs the kind
Of a woman like me
Don't know any reason why
He treats me
not mess with me.
Hey, 'cause you know I'll getcha one by one.
Ain't no fun.
I'm that old hoochie coochie man,
a bad son of a gun.
Got a John
full of passion
Jealousy and hate
Woman needs man
And man must have his mate
That no one can deny
It's still the same old story
A fight for love
got the black cat bone and I got a mojo, too.
I got the John the conqueror Root, gonna mess with you.
I'm gonna make you girls lead me by my hand,
a man could ever need
Now my working days seem shorter than it ever did before
And the evening breeze gets cooler day by day
And the morning sun is
utter shame
To just be called a part of God
For which I have been named
A man and woman's youngest son
While growing, still a child
And that will
utter shame
To just be called a part of God
For which I have been named
A man and woman's youngest son
While growing, still a child
And that will
man should pass me by
If I doubt where he'd be
He's the kind of man
Who needs the kind of woman like me
Don't know any reason why he treats me so
one by one
I got set on that old hoochie coochie man
And I'm yo' son of a gun
Now the gypsy woman told mama, oh 'while 'fore I was born
She said
old hoochie coochie man
A bad son of a gun
Got a john the conqueroot and got some mojo too
We got a black cat born, we're gonna slip it to you
Hey,
one by one
I got set on that old hoochie coochie man
And I'm yo' son of a gun
Now the gypsy woman told mama, oh 'while 'fore I was born
She said
girls lead me by my hand,
And then the world will know the hoochie coochie man.
[Chorus]
On the seventh hour, on the seventh day,
On the seventh
John Henry had a little woman
Her name was Polly Anne
John Henry took sick and was laid up in bed
While Polly handled steel like a man man man
Polly
drink on their way home
By the time he makes it home the food is just about as cold as I am
And his stayin' home woman is gettin' tired of her stayin'
gun, man
(woo) like John Wick (uh)
All black, one gunman
John Wick, that's a bad man
All black, one gunman john Wick (baow)
All black, one gunman
of passion, jealousy, and hate
Woman needs man and man must have his mate
That no one can deny
It's still the same old story
A fight for love and glory
on its feet
He is dangerous
(Outside)
Jesus Christ Superstar, tell us that you're who they say you are
He is dangerous, that man is in town right now
Long John Silver ring in his ear
He's the hero, make that clear
Does the same thing his father did
Sailing around the Caribbean
Robbings king
Long John Silver ring in his ear
He's the hero, make that clear
Does the same thing his father did
Sailing around the Caribbean
Robbings king
Hearts full of passion, jealousy an' hate,
Woman needs man and man must have his mate,
That no one can deny
It's still the same old story, a fight
Hearts full of passion
Jealousy and hate
Woman needs man
And man must have his mate
On this you can deny
It's still the same old story
one by one
I got set on that old hoochie coochie man
And I'm yo' son of a gun
Now the gypsy woman told mama, oh 'while 'fore I was born
She said
The fundamental things apply
As time goes by
Moonlight and love songs
Never out of date
Hearts full of passion
Jealousy and hate
Woman needs man
And man must have
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