My John The Conqueror Root Lyrics - Folk Singer - Muddy Waters

My pistol may snap, my mojo is frail 

But I rub my root, my luck will never fail 

When I rub my root, my John the conquer root 

Aww, you know there ain't nothin' she can do 

Lord, I rub my John the conquer root 

I was accused of murder in the first degree 

The judge's wife cried, let the man go free 

I was rubbin' my root, my John the conquer root 

Aww, you know there ain't nothin' she can do 

Lord, I rub my John the conquer root 

Oh, I can get in a game, don't have a dime, 

All I have to do is rub my root, I win every time 

When I rub my root, my john the conquer root 

Aww, you know there ain't nothin' you can do 

Lord, I rub my John the conquer root