Lyrics

Gypsy woman told my mother 'Fore I was born Said, "You got a boy-child coming He gonna be a son of a gun He gonna make pretty womens Jump up and down and shout Then the world gonna know, ooh What's it all about But you know I'm here Everybody knows I'm here Well, I'm your hoochie coochie man And everybody knows I'm here I got the black cat bone Got a mojo too I got the little Johnny Concheroo Yes, and I'm gonna mess with you Yeah, I'm gonna make you, girls Come on up here and grab me right by my hand Leave me outta here, baby Then the world gonna know I'm your hoochie coochie man But you know I'm here Everybody knows I'm here Yeah, I'm your hoochie coochie man And the whole, the whole damn world knows I'm here Oh, Pat Rush, yeah That's Pat Rush, yeah Coming all the way from Atlanta But on the seventh hour On that seventh day The seventh month Oh, seven doctors say "He was born for good luck That you'll see" I got seven hundred dollars, baby Don't you mess with me You know I'm here Everybody knows I'm here Well, I'm your hoochie coochie man, baby doll You know I'm here Merci beaucoup, et bonsoir Thank you very much and goodnight Thank you Once again for Jeff Healey, Jeff Healey
Writer(s): Willie Dixon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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