Marie Laveau

Now there lived a conjure lady, not long ago
In New Orleans, Louisiana named Marie Laveau
Believe it or not, strange as it seem
She made her fortune selling voodoo and interpreting dreams

She was known throughout the nation as the Voodoo Queen
Folks come to her, from miles and miles around
She sure know how to put that, that voodoo down

To the voodoo lady they all would go
The rich, the educated, the ignorant and the poor
She'd snap her fingers and shake her head
She'd tell them 'bout their lovers, livin' or dead

Now an old, old lady named widow Brown
Asked why her lover, stopped comin' around
The voodoo gazed at her and squawked
"I seen him kissin' a young girl up at Shakespeare's Park
Hanging 'round an oak tree, in the dark"

Oh, Marie Laveau (oh, Marie Laveau)
Oh, Marie Laveau (oh, Marie Laveau)
Marie Laveau, the Voodoo Queen
From way down yonder in New Orleans

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Now old, old lady, she lost her speech
Tears start to rollin' down her checks
Voodoo said, "Hush, my darlin', don't you cry
I make him come back, by and by
Just sprinkle this snake dust, all over your floor
I'll make him come back Friday mornin', when the rooster crow"

Now Marie Laveau she held 'em in her hand
New Orleans, Louisiana was her promised land
Quality folks, come from far and near
This wonder woman, for to hear
They was afraid to be seen at her gate
They'd creep through the dark just to hear their fate
Holdin' dark veils, over their head
They would tremble to hear what Marie Laveau said (Marie got to say)

Oh, Marie Laveau (oh, Marie Laveau)
Marie Laveau (oh, Marie Laveau)
Marie Laveau, the Voodoo Queen
From way down yonder in New Orleans

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

And she made gris-gris with an old ram horn
Stuffed with feathers shuck from a corn
A big black candle and a catfish fin
She make a man get religion and give up his sin

Sad news got out one mornin' at the break of day
Marie Laveau had done pass away
St. Louis cemetery, she lay in her tomb
She was buried one night on the wake of the moon

Oh, Marie Laveau (oh, Marie Laveau)
Oh, Marie Laveau (oh, Marie Laveau)
The folks still believe in the Voodoo Queen
From way down yonder in New Orleans

Oh, Marie Laveau (oh, Marie Laveau)
Marie Laveau (oh, Marie Laveau)
(Marie Laveau) Marie Laveau, the Voodoo Queen
From way down yonder in New Orleans

(Marie) Marie Laveau
(Oh, Marie Laveau)
Marie Laveau (oh, Marie Laveau)
Marie Laveau, the Voodoo Queen
From way down yonder in New Orleans