Hootchie Kootchie Man - Tim Hardin

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

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

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

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