I stopped in Thibodeaux, Roadhouse in Louisiana I wasn't stayin' long, I was a wanted man The air was thick with danger, I watched the vixens dance My six gun in my pocket, my pistol in my pants I let her walk upon me, she pinned me to the door She said she swore she knew me, we'd never met before She pressed up hard against me, I stared into her eyes She grabbed my face and kissed me, she had me hypnotized I'm runnin' down the road, can't find the interstate It's like I'm bein' followed and I can't get away The snakes and alligators, they whisper in the wind I hear her callin' to me, I turn around again Cry of a creole woman, woke up the devil down in me She took me to her bedroom, smelled like a cheap hotel Never had a Cajun queen, I'm used to Southern belles But through the smoky billows of my tobacco leaves I watched her in the mirror as she was lovin' me I'm runnin' down the road, can't find the interstate It's like I'm bein' followed and I can't get away The snakes and alligators, they whisper in the wind I hear her callin' to me, I turn around again Cry of a creole woman, woke up the devil down in me What's this, you wicked woman, some kind of voodoo game? Hell I haven't slept since Thursday, don't even know your name This spell you got me under, got just one remedy Just like a poison potion, that goes down smooth and sweet I'm runnin' down the road, can't find the interstate It's like I'm bein' followed and I can't get away The snakes and alligators, they whisper in the wind I hear her callin' to me, I turn around again Cry of a creole woman, yeah, the cry of a creole woman Woke up the devil down in me © FRANKLIN ROAD MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com