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Tim Hardin – (I'm Your) Hoochie Coochie Man lyrics
Gypsy woman told my mama, 'fore I was born
Got a boy-child coming, be a son of a gun
He's gonna make the pretty women, run, jump and shout
He gonna let the world know what it's all about
Chorus
And I am
Everybody knows I am
Well I'm your hoochie coochie man
Everybody knows I am

On the seventh day, on the seventh week
On the seventh month, seventh doctor say
He was born for good luck, can't you see that seven hundred dollar
Don't you mess with me
Now all I want to do, is get myself [a gun]

[chorus]

Got a axe handle pistol, got a three dollar [?]
[?] tombstone bullet, and a ball and chain
And smoking TNT, drinking dynamite
I don't want [?], [?] gotta fight

[chorus]

Got a black cat bone, got a mojo hand
Got a John the Conquer root, gonna mess with you
Now all the pretty women, lead me by my hand
Then the world gonna know, I'm your hoochie coochie man

[chorus]

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Songwriters: Willie Dixon
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