CONJURED 
Wynonie Harris 


You said it was love made me stutter when I talk, 
But is it love that makes me stagger when I walk? 

The Gypsy woman told me, "She's got you conjured, son" 
Well, somebody's lyin' -- you are that Gypsy one. 

You said I was jealous when I didn't go to work, 
You sprinkled my shoes with graveyard dirt, 

The Gypsy woman told me, "She's got you conjured, son" 
Well, somebody's lyin' -- you are that Gypsy one. 

The whiskey you bought me, I was afraid to unscrew it, 
The Gypsy woman told me it was embalming fluid 
You got a Black Cat Bone and a Buzzard Feather, 
A John the Conquer Root and they're all tied together 

The Gypsy woman told me, "She's got you conjured, son" 
Well, somebody's lyin' -- you are that Gypsy one. 

(repeat last verse and chorus)