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