"Marie La Veau" lyrics

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

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 way up at Shakespeare's Park
Hanging from an oak tree, in the dark"

Oh, Marie Laveau
Oh, Marie Laveau
She was the Voodoo Queen
From way down yonder in New Orleans

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

Oh, Marie Laveau
Oh, Marie Laveau
Hey hey don't you know

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

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