Redbone - The Witch Queen of New Orleans Lyrics
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The Witch Queen of New Orleans
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What Are The Lyrics For The Witch Queen of New Orleans By Redbone?
Marie
(Marie) La voodoo veau She'll put a spell on you Marie (Marie) La voodoo veau She'll put a spell on you Marie (Marie) La voodoo veau She's the witch-queen oh Of New Orleans, of New Orleans I'm gonna tell you a story Strange as it now seems Of zombie voodoo gris And the witch-queen of New Orleans She lived in a world of magic Possessed by the devil's skew From a shack near the swamp lands made of mud by brick Marie stirred her witches brew Marie (Marie) La voodoo veau She'll put a spell on you Marie (Marie) La voodoo veau She'll put a spell on you Marie (Marie) La voodoo veau She's the witch-queen oh Of New Orleans, of New Orleans Dime or a nickel anyone could buy Voodoo of any kind She had potions and lotions herb And tanna leaves guaranteed to blow your mind Early one mornin' into mucky swamp dew Vanished Marie with hate in her eyes Tho' she'll never return all the Cajuns knew A witch-queen never dies Marie (Marie) La voodoo veau She'll put a spell on you Marie (Marie) La voodoo veau She'll put a spell on you Marie (Marie) La voodoo veau She's the witch-queen oh Of New Orleans, of New Orleans Marie (Marie) La voodoo veau She'll put a spell on you Marie (Marie) La voodoo veau She'll put a spell on you |
Who Wrote The Witch Queen of New Orleans By Redbone?
Lolly Vegas, Pat Vegas
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