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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“Music From The Big Boy Little Band”
Reparacones Valencia.