Yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm taking four strands of your hair
And a five dollar bill
Gonna put 'em in a letter
And drop 'em in the mail
Gonna send 'em to a woman
A friend of mine told me about
She's a gumbo cooker, alligator hooker
Make a dead man jump and shout, woo

Talking about a woman named Hanna
(Where she live?) Down in Louisiana
(Tell us what she do) She's a mojo worker
(Woo hoo) Gonna work her thing for me
(Woo hoo) Gonna end my misery, baby
(Woo hoo) And I know she's walking
Through the door real soon
(Hurry up, hurry up, Hanna) Hurry up, Hanna
(Hurry up) yeah, baby

She don't wear fancy stitches
All the girl wears is manly britches
Every now and then she'll take a little sip
Got a 45 on her hip
She built up a strong reputation
All in the southern land
That Saturday night about twelve o'clock
When she hoodoo the voodoo man

Talking about a woman named Hanna
(Where she live?) Down in Louisiana
(Tell us what she do) She's a mojo worker
(Woo hoo) Gonna work her thing for me
(Woo hoo) Gonna end my misery
(Woo hoo) I know she's walking
Through the door real soon
(Hurry up, hurry up, Hanna) Come on, Hanna
(Hurry up) yeah, yeah

(Hurry up, Hanna, woo hoo)
Yeah, get your mojo working, girl, yeah
(Hurry up, Hanna, woo hoo)
And I know you're the best in all the world
Baby (Hurry up, Hanna, woo hoo)
And I'm waiting down here by
The railroad track, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Hurry up, Hanna, woo hoo)
I know you're gonna bring her back, yeah
Yeah (Hurry up, Hanna, woo hoo)
Hanna, Hanna, come on, come on, Hanna
(Hurry up, Hanna, woo hoo)
Please, Hanna, yeah

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Writer(s): ANDRE WILLIAMS, BARBARA PAUL HUDSON, CLARENCE O. PAULING