| Trees and logs, snakes and frogs
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| Cross-eyed hogs, knock-kneed dogs
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| They all come at my call
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| Spider eggs, black cat legs
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| Is laying 'round my hall
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| Only one thing’s bothering me
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| Listen now and I’ll tell to thee
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| I’m as mean as can be
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| Don’t no one fool with me
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| 'Cause I’m evil, evil now
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| Me and my only man had a row
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| On some dog-weary day
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| I will lay him away
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| He’ll be hoodoo, voodoo too
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| I will in his shoe
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| 'Cause I’m a voodoo woman, yes
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| I mean a voodoo woman, yes
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| He will be moanin' too, he won’t know what to do
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| He will be groanin' too after he eats my stew
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| 'Cause I know everything there’s to be known 'bout voodoo
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| And I’m mean,
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| That he’ll be crawling on the floor
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| He’ll be rootin'-tootin' 'round
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| Just the same as a mole underground
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| And with a lock of his hair
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| I will fix him for fair
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| In my mixture, mixture stew
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| I will change his complexion to blue
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| He’ll be in misery when he dies
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| He will be moanin' too, he won’t know what to do
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| He will be groanin' too after he eats my stew
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| 'Cause I know everything there’s to be known 'bout voodoo, voodoo |