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• Artiste: Mike Aiken
• Titre: Thick Black Water
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Deep in the Bayou Lost out in the night I heard a voice call out to me I saw a distant light. Following the smoke trail To that burning pyre Black haired voodoo woman She was dancing round the fire. She sang hey… She led me to a stilt house Pulled me through the door Handed me an old jug And she sat me on the floor. Black cat in the window Coon skin on the wall She shook those hips And cast those bones I can’t tell you what I saw. But we sang hey… She said, “Welcome boy down to the swamp Where the ancient cypress grow Where the Spanish moss hangs to the ground And the thick black water flows.” There was hoodoo and voodoo And all that she could do Shook me from my head to my toes Where the thick black water flows. Next thing I remember I woke up in the light I turned and looked around me There was not a soul in sight. I felt my fingers tremble I sensed a silent fear My head was pounding with that Voodoo rhythm in my ears. I heard hey… She said, “Welcome boy down to the swamp Where the ancient cypress grow Where the Spanish moss hangs to the ground And the thick black water flows." There was hoodoo and voodoo And all that she could do Shook me from my head to my toes Where the thick black water flows.