Going down to Chicago
Gonna get my mojo hand
Pray God I find a woman
And not some damn, bastard man
Going down to Kansas City
Gonna get my mojo hand
Hey baby, baby, babe
You send a man right to his grave
You take the ring right off of my hand
Then you give it to some other man
I need a tune to play
And a straight shot of gin
And close my eyes while some man say
He don't know where I've been
Makes me feel like I'm on my way
Just watch me live for today
I am, backdoor man
Men, they don't know
But those little girls, they understand