Carondolet

Some night walk up Bourbon

Past old Lafitteʼs bar

Cross Esplanade into Marigny

Itʼs really not that far

 

Thereʼs a shotgun shack with a voodoo door

Incense in the air

Smells all around you

And skulls with braided hair

 

Carondolet, Carondolet, Carondolet, Carondolet

 

The incense smell gets stronger

As as you pass into her room

Sheʼs got charms and jars and powders

glowing in the gloom

 

Thereʼs a jar with an eyeball

could be somebodyʼs face

But your shoes are on backwards

And you canʼt leave the place

 

Carondolet, Carondolet, Carondolet, Carondolet

 

You think sheʼs your mama

You think sheʼs your friend

sheʼs the last thing you see

before the dancing ends

 

Sheʼll give you a lifetime

of heartache and pain

But once you leave

youʼll need to see her again

 

Carondolet, Carondolet, Carondolet, Carondolet

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