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I'm taking four strands of your hair And a five dollar bill I'm gonna put it in a letter, I'm gonna drop it in the mail I'm gonna send it to a woman That a friend of mine told me about She's a gumbo cooker and an alligator whipper Make a dead man jump and shout Talking about a woman named Hannah Down in Louisiana Oh, she's a mojo worker She's gonna work that thing for me She's gonna hear my misery And I know he'll be coming on home soon She don't wear fancy stitches All she wears is a man's britches And now and then she takes a little sip She's got a forty-five on her hip She's built up a reputation in the southern land Saturday night about twelve o'clock You know she voodoos the voodoo man Talking about a woman named Hannah Down in Louisiana Oh, she's a mojo worker She's gonna work that thing for me She's gonna hear my misery And I know he'll be coming on home soon Mojo Hannah, she's the best in all the land Mojo Hannah, I know she's gonna find my man I'm gonna be sitting there by the railroad track And I know, I know, I know, I know, I know He'll be coming back I'm taking four strands of your hair And a five dollar bill I'm gonna put it in a letter, I'm gonna drop it in the mail I'm gonna send it to a woman That a friend of mine told me about She's a gumbo cooker and an alligator whipper Make a dead man jump and shout Talking about a woman named Hannah Down in Louisiana Oh, she's a mojo worker She's gonna work that thing for me She's gonna hear my misery And I know he'll be coming on home soon She gonna work it She gonna work it out Work your mojo, Hannah Work your mojo Work that thing for me Work that thing for me...
Writer(s): Clarence Paul, Fay Hale, Barbara Paul Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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