| Now there lived a conjure-lady, not long ago,
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| In New Orleans, Louisiana! |
| named Marie Laveau.
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| Believe it or not, strange as it seem,
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| She made her fortune selling voodoo, and interpreting dreams.
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| She was known throughout the nation as the Voodoo Queen.
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| Folks come to her, from miles and miles around,
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| She sure know how to put that, that voodoo down.
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| To the voodoo lady they all would go,
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| The rich, the educated, the ignorant and the poor.
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| She’d snap her fingers, and shake her head,
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| She’d tell them 'bout their lovers! |
| livin' or dead.
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| Now an old, old lady named widow Brown,
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| Asked why her lover, stopped comin' around
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| The voodoo gazed at her and squawked
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| I seen him kissin' a young girl, up at Shakespeare’s Park
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| Hanging on an oak tree, in the dark.
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| Oh Marie Laveau, Oh Marie Laveau,
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| Oh Marie Laveau, Oh Marie Laveau,
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| Marie Laveau, the Voodoo Queen,
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| From way down yonder in New Orleans.
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| Ya, ya, ya! |
| ya, ya, ya! |
| ya, ya, ya! |
| yaaaaa
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| Now old, old lady, she lost her speech,
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| Tears start to rollin' down her checks,
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| Voodoo say, Hush my darlin don’t you cry,
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| I make him come back, by and by.
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| Just sprinkle this snake dust, all over your floor,
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| I’ll make him come back Friday mornin', when the rooster crow.
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| Now Marie Laveau she held em in her hand,
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| New Orleans, Louisiana was her promised land.
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| Quality folks, come from far and near,
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| This wonder woman, for to hear.
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| They was afraid to be seen, at her gate,
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| They’d creep through the dark, just to hear their fate.
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| Holdin' dark veils, over their head,
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| They would tremble to hear, what Maria would say.
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| Marie Laveau, Oh Marie Laveau,
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| Marie Laveau, Oh Marie Laveau,
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| Marie Laveau, the Voodoo Queen,
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| From way down yonder in New Orleans.
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| Ya, ya, ya! |
| ya, ya, ya! |
| ya, ya, ya! |
| yaaaaa
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| And she made gris-gris, with an old ram horn,
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| Stuffed with feathers, shuck from a corn.
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| A big black candle, and a catfish fin,
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| She make a man get religion, and give up his sin.
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| Sad news got out one mornin', at the break of day,
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| Marie Laveau had done pass away.
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| St. Louis cemetery, she lay in her tomb,
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| She was buried one night, on the wake of the moon.
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| Marie Laveau, Oh Marie Laveau,
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| Oh Marie Laveau, Oh Marie Laveau,
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| The folks still believe, in the Voodoo Queen,
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| From way down yonder in New Orleans.
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| Oh Marie Laveau, Oh Marie Laveau,
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| Oh Marie Laveau, Oh Marie Laveau,
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| Marie Laveau, the Voodoo Queen,
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| From way down yonder in New Orleans.
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| Marie, Marie Laveau, Oh Marie Laveau,
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| Marie Laveau, the Marie Laveau,
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| Marie Laveau, the Voodoo Queen. |