| Now, an I wonder what the matter wit' times?
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| A-seem like ev’rything have changed
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| It seem like this woman that I’ve been lovin', now
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| Have found some other man
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| I hold up my hand, now
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| I’m just tryin' to get my baby to understand, now
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| See, my baby don’t love me no mo'
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| All because somebody have hoodooed the hoodoo, man
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| One night, I’m goin' down in Lou’siana
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| An buy me another mojo hand
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| Well, because I’ve got to break up my baby
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| From lovin' this other man
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| Now, I hold up my hands
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| I’m just tryin' to make my baby, understand
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| Oh, my baby don’t love me no mo'
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| She says, 'Somebody have hoodooed the hoodoo, man'
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| 'Well alright, John!'
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| 'Yeah, now a little feelin'
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| I used to have a way with women
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| Make plenty money an ev’rything
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| But my woman don’t love me no mo'
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| She said, 'Somebody hoodooed the hoodoo man'
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| Now, I just hold up my hands
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| I’m just tryin' to get my baby, understand
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| Well, my baby don’t love me no mo'
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| Well, she said, 'Somebody hoodooed the hoodoo man'
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| Well now, goodbye baby
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| Someday, I’ll see you soon
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| I’ve got somethin' to tell you, baby
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| Somebody else can have your room
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| And I hold up my hands
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| I’m just tryin' to gettin' my baby to understand
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| Well, my baby don’t love me no mo'
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| She says, 'Somebody hoodooed the hoodoo man'. |