My Jonh The Conquer Root

My pistol may snap, my mojo is frail
But I rub my root, my luck will never fail
When I rub my root, my John the Conquer root
Aww, you know there ain't nothin' she can do, Lord
I rub my John the Conquer root

I was accused of murder in the first degree
The judge's wife cried, "Let the man go free!"
I was rubbin' my root, my John the Conquer root
Aww, you know there ain't nothin' she can do, Lord
I rub my John the Conquer root

Oh, I can get in a game, don't have a dime
All I have to do is rub my root, I win every time
When I rub my root, my John the Conquer root
Aww, you know there ain't nothin' she can do, Lord
I rub my John the Conquer root