MY JOHN THE CONQUER ROOT

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' she can do, Lord,

I rub my John the Conquer root