Now there
lived a conjure lady not long ago
In New Orleans Lou'siana named Marie Laveau.
Believe it or not, strange as it seems,
She made a fortune selling voodoo and interpretin' dreams.
She was known throughout the nation as the voodoo queen.
Folks come to her from miles and miles around.
She'd show 'em how to put that voodoo down.
To the voodoo lady they all would go,
The rich, the educated, the ign'ant, and the po'.
She'd snap her fingers and shake her head.
She'd tell 'em 'bout they lovers livin' or dead.
Now a old, old lady named Widow Brown
Asked why her lover stopped comin' around.
The voodoo gazed at her and squawk:
"I seen him kissin' on a young girl up in Shakespeare's Park
Hangin' round an oak tree in the dark."
CHORUS: Oh, Marie Laveau (Oh, Marie Laveau)
Oh, Marie Laveau (Oh, Marie Laveau)
Marie Laveau, the voodoo queen
From away down yonder in New Orleans.
(Ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-ya, ya.)
Now old, old lady she lost her speech.
Tears start to rollin' down her cheeks.
Voodoo say: "Hush, my darlin'. Don't you cry.
I'll make him come back by and by.
Just sprinkle this snake dust all over your flo'.
I'll make him come back Friday morning when the rooster crow."
Now Marie Laveau, she held 'em in her hand.
New Orleans Lou'siana 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 they fate.
Holdin' dark veils over they head,
It was troublin' [or "They was tremblin'"?] to hear what Marie Laveau said.
CHORUS: Oh, Marie Laveau (Oh, Marie Laveau)
Oh, Marie Laveau (Oh, Marie Laveau)
Marie Laveau, the voodoo queen
From away down yonder in New Orleans.
(Ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-ya, ya.)
Now she made gris-gris with a ol' ram horn,
Stuck with feathers, shuck from a corn,
Big black candle an' a catfish fin
To make a man get religion, give up his sin.
Sad news got out one mornin' at the break o' day.
Marie Laveau had done passed away.
In Saint Louis cemetery she lay in a tomb.
She was buried one night on the waste of the moon.
CHORUS: Marie Laveau (Oh, Marie Laveau),
Oh, Marie Laveau (Oh, Marie Laveau),
Her folks still believe in the voodoo queen
From way down yonder in New Orleans.
CHORUS: Oh, Marie Laveau (Oh, Marie Laveau),
Oh, Marie Laveau (Oh, Marie Laveau),
Marie Laveau, the voodoo queen
From away down yonder in New Orleans.
In New Orleans Lou'siana named Marie Laveau.
Believe it or not, strange as it seems,
She made a fortune selling voodoo and interpretin' dreams.
She was known throughout the nation as the voodoo queen.
Folks come to her from miles and miles around.
She'd show 'em how to put that voodoo down.
To the voodoo lady they all would go,
The rich, the educated, the ign'ant, and the po'.
She'd snap her fingers and shake her head.
She'd tell 'em 'bout they lovers livin' or dead.
Now a old, old lady named Widow Brown
Asked why her lover stopped comin' around.
The voodoo gazed at her and squawk:
"I seen him kissin' on a young girl up in Shakespeare's Park
Hangin' round an oak tree in the dark."
CHORUS: Oh, Marie Laveau (Oh, Marie Laveau)
Oh, Marie Laveau (Oh, Marie Laveau)
Marie Laveau, the voodoo queen
From away down yonder in New Orleans.
(Ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-ya, ya.)
Now old, old lady she lost her speech.
Tears start to rollin' down her cheeks.
Voodoo say: "Hush, my darlin'. Don't you cry.
I'll make him come back by and by.
Just sprinkle this snake dust all over your flo'.
I'll make him come back Friday morning when the rooster crow."
Now Marie Laveau, she held 'em in her hand.
New Orleans Lou'siana 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 they fate.
Holdin' dark veils over they head,
It was troublin' [or "They was tremblin'"?] to hear what Marie Laveau said.
CHORUS: Oh, Marie Laveau (Oh, Marie Laveau)
Oh, Marie Laveau (Oh, Marie Laveau)
Marie Laveau, the voodoo queen
From away down yonder in New Orleans.
(Ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-ya, ya.)
Now she made gris-gris with a ol' ram horn,
Stuck with feathers, shuck from a corn,
Big black candle an' a catfish fin
To make a man get religion, give up his sin.
Sad news got out one mornin' at the break o' day.
Marie Laveau had done passed away.
In Saint Louis cemetery she lay in a tomb.
She was buried one night on the waste of the moon.
CHORUS: Marie Laveau (Oh, Marie Laveau),
Oh, Marie Laveau (Oh, Marie Laveau),
Her folks still believe in the voodoo queen
From way down yonder in New Orleans.
CHORUS: Oh, Marie Laveau (Oh, Marie Laveau),
Oh, Marie Laveau (Oh, Marie Laveau),
Marie Laveau, the voodoo queen
From away down yonder in New Orleans.