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  1. Voodoo

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