From the recording Going Places
Lyrics
Voodoo
V1: Warm biscuit, sweet tea
The blues are two floors down from me
She packed her bag and left my key
It’s half past quarter to three
I got my hair slicked back, brim pulled down
I got some sorrow I need to drown
Take a stroll through this lonely town
Cause I’m, I’m, steppin’ out.
Ch: Down Bourbon Street in a club they call La Plume
A shiny trumpet sings in a smoky dim-lit room
Senorita’s spinnin’ round, I can smell her rose perfume
She looks at me, and whispers sweet, “voulez vous”
Voodoo.
V 2: Street light flickers above our park bench
Lost in her deep eyes, I’ve been bewitched
A kiss lingers on her ruby red lips
Spend the evening catching up on my French.
Ch: Down Bourbon Street in a club they call La Plume
A shiny trumpet sings in a smoky dim-lit room
Senorita’s spinnin’ round, I can smell her rose perfume
She looks at me, and whispers sweet, “voulez vous”
Voodoo.
Ch: Down Bourbon Street in a club they call La Plume
A shiny trumpet sings in a smoky dim-lit room
Senorita’s spinnin’ round, I can smell her rose perfume
She looks at me, and whispers sweet, “voulez vous”
Voodoo, Voodoo, Voodoo