Hoochie Coochie Man - The Blues Project

Gypsy woman told my mother

Before I was born

She said «You got a boy-child coming

Gonna be a son-of-a-gun

He gonna make pretty women

Jump and shout

And the world’s gonna know

What’s it all about

Don’t you know what I’m saying!

Yeah, everybody knows I’m him

I said I’m your hoochie coochie man

You’d better believe I’m him!

I’ve got a black cat bone

I’ve got a mojo too

I’ve got a little bottle of Johnny confidence

I’m gonna mess with you

Hey!

I’ll pick you up

Lead you by the hand

And the world’s gonna know

I’m your hoochie coochie man

Don’t you know what I’m saying!

Yeah!

Every body knows I’m him!

Said I’m your hoochie coochie man

You’d better believe I’m him!

On the seventh hour

Of the seventh day

Of the seventh month

Seven black girls say

He was born for good luck

And you will see

I got seven hundred dollars, baby

Don’t you mess with me!

Don’t you know what I’m saying!

Yeah!

Every body knows I’m him!

Said I’m your hoochie coochie man

You’d better believe I’m him!