My John The Conqueror 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