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!