SHOO THE HOODOO AWAY
Words by Mort Harris ; music by Ted Snyder; from "Swing High" ©1930.

Come all you darkies, I'm wailin'.
There's sure a hoodoo around.
Lordy, Lordy, there's sure a hoodoo around.
We nigger folks he is flailin',
But we must run him to the ground.
Brothers, sisters, we must run him to the ground.

Don't let your heart grow too heavy.
Keep smiling and maybe
We'll shoo the hoodoo away.
Though devils sure enough hover,
The good lord keeps cover.
He'll shoo the hoodoo away.
You're always sweatin', frettin', hatin',
Swearin', darin' Satan.
Oh hear us, Lord! Hallelujah!
For we're prayin' to ya
To shoo the hoodoo away.

If troubles bear you down one day,
Keep smilin' and someday
You'll shoo the hoodoo away;
And though the devil may hound you,
The good Lord's around you
To shoo the hoodoo away.
You're always sweatin', frettin', hatin',
Swearin', darin' Satan.
Oh hear us, Lord! Hallelujah!
For we're prayin' to ya
To shoo the hoodoo away.

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The lyrics above are a composite from recordings by:
Ambrose Mayfair Hotel Orchestra
Johnny Marvin, George Olsen and His Music
Jack Payne and His BBC Dance Orchestra
Al Benny's Broadway Boys