Slowburner & Guests

The gypsy woman told my mother
Before I was born
I got a boy child's coming
He's gonna be a son of a gun
He gonna make pretty womens
Jump and shout
Then the world wanna know
What this all about

'Cause you know I'm here
Everybody knows I'm here
Yeah, you know I'm a hoochie coochie man
Everybody knows I'm here

I got a black cat bone
I got a mojo too
I got the Johnny Concheroo
I'm gonna mess with you
I'm gonna make you girls
Lead me by my hand
Then the world'll know
The hoochie coochie man

But you know I'm here
Everybody knows I'm here
Yeah, you know I'm a hoochie coochie man
Everybody knows I'm here

On the seventh hours
On the seventh day
On the seventh month
The seven doctors said
He was born for good luck
And that you'll see
I got seven hundred dollars
Don't you mess with me

But you know I'm here
Everybody knows I'm here
Yeah, you know I'm a hoochie coochie man
Everybody knows I'm here

Well I'm a poor boy, long way from home.
Well I'm a poor boy, long way from home.
No spending money in my pocket, no spare meat on my bone.

Now, people ask me, "what does a poor boy do?"
Now, people ask me, "what does a poor boy do?"
Poor boy sews patches on his clothes,
Stuffs newspaper in his shoes.

I'm goin' back to Chicago, man, that's where I'm from.
I'm goin' back to Chicago, man, that's where I'm from.
I got so many friends in Chicago,
Place just can't do me no harm.