Mojo Mama

(Album: The Sound Of Wilson Pickett - 1967)

Thirty-two miles out of way cross
By Hokey Panoky swamp
I met a mojo woman's daughter
And that's the woman I want

She smell like a wildflower
And her touch is gonna drive me mad
If I get her in the midnight hour
I get some loving that I never had
Listen

Mojo woman set your daughter free, hey
Put down your mojo, let her come with me
Mojo woman, it's gonna be alright
We're leaving for Atlanta on the train tonight, oh yeah

Thirty-two miles out of way cross
I can hear the north bound train
It sound like the mojo woman
Calling out her baby's name

Mojo woman set your daughter free, oh
And put down your mojo, let her come with me, oh yeah
Mojo woman, it's gonna be alright
We're leaving on a train tonight