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by Willie Dixon |
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Gypsy woman told my mama |
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'while 'fore I was born. |
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Got a boy child comin' mama, |
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He'll be a bad one, now. |
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I'll make all you little girls, |
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turn your heads around. |
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Then I'm gonna take you little girls, |
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gonna take you right on down... with me yeah |
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Ho, you just wait and see. |
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I'll be your hoochie coochie man, |
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I'll set you free. |
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On the seventh hour of the seventh day |
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on the seventh month, seven doctors they say. |
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I've got lots of good luck, you know they all agree. |
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But now if ya, if you're lookin' for trouble babe, |
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you better not mess with me. |
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Hey, 'cause you know I'll getcha one by one. |
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Ain't no fun. |
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I'm that old hoochie coochie man, |
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a bad son of a gun. |
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Got a John the conqueroot and got some mojo too, |
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We got a black cat born, we're gonna slip it to you. |
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Hey, move over people just as fast as you can. |
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Said I know you're waitin' for me 'cause I'm the hoochie coochie man. |
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I'm gonna get you, one by one. |
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I got set on that old hoochie coochie man |
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and I'm yo' son of a gun. |
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Now the gypsy woman told mama, oh 'while 'fore I was born, |
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she said you know he's comin' mama, he'll be a bad, very bad one. |
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Make all the ladies, turn their heads around. |
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You said, I can just see all those women, chasin' him all down. |
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I'm your hoochie coochie man, everybody knows it. |
