They call me, Dr. John, The Night Tripper
Got a satchel of Gris-Gris in my hand
Day trippin' up, back down the bayou
I'm the last of the best
They call me the Gris-Gris Man
Got many clients
Come from miles around
Running down my prescription
I got medicine, to cure all yaw's ills
I got remedies of every description

(Gris-Gris Gumbo Ya Ya)
Hey Now
(Gris-Gris Gumbo Ya Ya)
Hey Now

If you got love trouble, got a bad woman you can't control
I got just the thing for you
Something called Controlling Heartsick Get Together Drops.
If you work too hard and you need a little rest
Try my Easel Eyes Rub or put some of my b____ Fix Jam in your breakfast.

Try a little bit uh..
(Gris-Gris Gumbo Ya-Ya)
Hey Now
(Gris-Gris Gumbo Ya-Ya)

They call me Dr. John
Known as the Night Tripper
A satchel o' Gris-Gris in my hand
Day trippin' up, back down the bayou
Ya know I'm the last of the best
Known as the Gris-Gris Man

Sellin'
(Gris-Gris Gumbo Ya-Ya)
Mm
(Gris-Gris Gumbo Ya-Ya)
Mm Mm Mm

Some War Wart if your neighbors give you trouble put your bidness in the street
Sailor Jute in my hole card it just won't be beat
Try my Dragon Blood
My Drawen Hidin'
and My Sacred Sand
Try a little black cat heart if your woman got another man

So easy does it as you put it in the palm of your hand
Devil's shoestring and a whole lotta sand
Put it on your woman's feet and see if she don't love dat ......

(Gris-Gris Gumbo Ya-Ya)
Put on a womans feet
(Gris-Gris Gumbo Ya-Ya)
Mumble
(Gris-Gris Gumbo Ya-Ya)
No, no, no
(Gris-Gris Gumbo Ya-Ya)
Gris Gris Gumbo Ya Ya..
Hey Now..

(Gris-Gris Gumbo Ya-Ya)
x5

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