Lyrics of Gris-gris gumbo ya ya

They call me, dr. john, the night tripper
Got my sizzling gris-gris in my hand
Day trippin' up, back down by you
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 my medicine, to cure all your 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 control in the hearts get together drops.
If you work to hard and you need a little rest
Try my utilize rub put some on my drop fix and jam,
Put some in your breakfast.

Try a little bit ah
(gris-gris gumbo ya-ya)
Hey now
(gris-gris gumbo ya-ya)

They call me, dr. john
Known as the night tripper
Sazzle a little gris-gris in my hand
Day trippin' up, back down by you
I'm the last of the best
They call me the gris-gris man

Sellin'
(gris-gris gumbo ya-ya)
Mm
(gris-gris gumbo ya-ya)
Mm mm mm

So why war if your neighbors give you trouble
Put your fitness in the street
Seal a jew in my whole car in the street
Try my dragon blood
My drawen hidin'
My secret sand
Try a little black cat if your woman got another man

So easy does it as you put it in the palm of your hand

(gris-gris gumbo ya-ya)
Put on a woman's 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)
(gris-gris gumbo ya-ya)
(gris-gris gumbo ya-ya)
(gris-gris gumbo ya-ya)
(gris-gris gumbo ya-ya)