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 [Am7]ɾubbin' my [A]ɾoot, my [A]John the conquer ɾoot
Aww, you [A7know there ain't nothin' she can do
Lord, I ɾub my [A]John the conquer ɾoot

Oh, I can get in a game, don't have a dime,
All I have to [C7]do is ɾub my [A]ɾoot, I win every time
When I ɾub my [A]ɾoot, my [A]john the conquer ɾoot
Aww, you [A7know there ain't nothin' you [A7can do
Lord, I ɾub my [A]John the conquer ɾoot