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' you can do Lord, I rub my John the conquer root