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