Well, I went out on the mountain, looked over in Jerusalem Well, I went out on the mountain, looked over in Jerusalem Well, I seed them hoodoo women, whoo-Lord, makin' up their low-down plans Well, I'm goin' to Newport, just to see Aunt Caroline Dye Well, I'm goin' to Newport, just to see Aunt Caroline Dye She's a fortune-teller, whoo-Lord, she sure don't tell no lie And she told my fortune, as I walked through her door And she told my fortune, as I walked through her door Said: I'm sorry for you, buddy, whoo-Lord, your woman don't want you no more Well, I turned around, said: I believe I'll go downtown Well, I turned around, said: I believe I'll go downtown To Chicago River, whoo-Lord, and jump overboard and drown The hoodoo said: Son, please don't act no clown The hoodoo said: Son, please don't act no clown Because it's a many more women, whoo-Lord, lyin' 'round in this no-good town A hoodoo is all right, in their low-down plans The hoodoo is all right, in their low-down plans But they will take your woman, whoo-Lord, and put her with another man