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The gypsy queen told my mother on the day I was born
Get your nation sack and you mojo bag and go down to the voodoo store
Get a black cat bone and some graveyard dirt and trouble be yours no more

Don’t sit back and wait go and find the Dr this premonitions got to stop
Black john the conqueror will close up the devils workshop
He’ll put a spell on you you cannot be waitin for the other shoe to drop

But I’ve had troubles Troubles since that day
No matter how hard I try or hard I cry they never seem to go away
Looks like I’ll have troubles till they bury me in my grave

Something didn’t go right with the conjure that night he must have made a terrible mistake
The hoodoo preistness rose up off the ground and her body began to shake
Black john had dipped the black cat bone in the venom of a rattlesnake

©Thomas Adams 2011

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