Gordon McLeod

Voodoo Lady

Voodoo Lady

 

Words and Music by Gordon McLeod © 2012

 You were born the daughter to a Creole

A voodoo chile down in the Vieux Carre’

Alabaster skin and dark eyes flashin’

Make all the boys jus’ give their heart away

 

On Rampart you jus’ like de Queen o’ Sheeba

Struttin’ wid da Sheik of Araby

Ain’t nothin’ that’s too good for louis Armstrong

But I swear I thought “That’s just too hot for me!”

 

Chorus:

Voodoo Lady, you’re so crazy

Tell me how you do dat thing you do

Voodoo Baby, am I crazy

Tell me why I can’t let go of you

Is it love or jus’ you’re voodoo?

 

Every time I see you it’s New Orleans

Wit you gris gris bags jus’ like Marie Leveaux

Every little secret dat you tell me

Clues me I to how much I don’t know

 

Voodoo Lady, you’re so crazy

Tell me how you do dat thing you do

Voodoo Lady , am I crazy

Tell me why I can’t let go of you

Is it love  or jus’ you’re voodoo, Baby?

 

Next time I go down to CrescentCity

Gonna get my fill of your gris gris

Little magic way down deep inside me

I’m hopin’ that it’s not too hot for me

 

Voodoo Lady, you’re so crazy

Tell me how you do dat thing you do

Voodoo baby, am I crazy

Tell me why I can’t let go of you

Is it love  or jus’ you’re voodoo, Baby?

Gris Gris bags all round yo neck, I’m guessin’ dat you messin’ wid da voodoo!