New Mojo Blues by Barbecue Bob

Barbecue Bob - New Mojo Blues; Barbecue Bob, vocals and guitar in Spanish tuning, with a slide.

Mojo, mojo, blues always on my mind

You run my Grandmama crazy, you run my Grandpa blind

Got me a brand new mojo, the best one in this town

I've got a brand new mojo, the best one in this town

But my mojo refuse me, my brown done turned me down

I begged and I pleaded, all the long, long day

She said, "Take that old mojo, and be on your way."

SOLO

I was borned in Georgia, raised up in Tennessee

I was borned in Georgia, raised in Tennessee

I don't let no woman, make no fatmouth out of me

Hard luck, hard luck, all the live-long day

I'm gon' get me a new mojo, and drive hard luck away

Mmm-mmm, why am I treated so?

Mmm-hmmm, why am I treated so?

I can't get no action, out of this old mojo

I'm goin' down to the river, and jump overboard

I don't mind the drownin', honey, but the water's so cold