Try stealing a guitar that's strung with barbed wire
Ripping them strings like your fingers' on fire
Stand there confessing in a mohair suit
Like a steamroller comin' and they call it the blues

Now cock both your barrels, holler I'm a man
Be the greatest lover, Lord, with a pint in your hand
Get white wall tires and a continental spare
Chrome dual exhaust so that the world will appear

Now they say he was a conjure man
They say he was made of flesh and blood
Yeah, they say he was a conjure man
Muddy Waters rose out of the Mississippi mud

Yeah yeah yeah

You got pinky rings on your fingers full of 60 cent wings
Tell 'em you're the greatest lover that the world has ever seen
Go down at dawn to the Bayou of St. John
Bow down to the seventh, Lord, the seventh son
When you pass the crossroads you'd better do it at a run
'Cause the devil got the level on everything you done

They say he was a conjure man
They say he was made of flesh and blood
Yes, he was a conjure man
Muddy Waters rose out of the Mississippi mud