| On a very hot and moonlit night
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| In the glow of a campfire
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| An old woman was mumblin' strange words
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| And the flame was jumpin' higher
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| Lawd, Lawd, Lawd she cried
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| If only I had a piece of a bad sign
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| Some people called her a conjure woman
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| It was said she cast a bad spell
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| Others said she was a witch
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| She’d chunk you in a deep dark well
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| All along the river
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| You could hear her soulful howl
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| If only I had the tongue of a hoot owl
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| Conjure woman, conjure woman
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| Conjure woman don’t put no spell on me
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| Conjure woman stay away from me
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| Mmm, mmm, uh
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| She cried out in anguish
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| In the swamp where she stayed so long
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| And clutched the moss to her barren BReast
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| Her need for company was strong
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| Lawd, Lawd, Lawd she said
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| If only I had the tooth of a crawdad
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| Conjure woman, conjure woman, conjure woman
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| Conjure woman, conjure woman, conjure woman
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| Conjure wohuhu, conjure woman
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| Lord, don’t you put no bad spell on me! |