| Song | Marie Laveau |
| Artist | Dr. John |
| Album | N'Awlinz Dis, Dat, or D'Udda |
| 作曲 : Gurley | |
| Now there lived a conjure-lady, not long ago, | |
| In New Orleans, Louisiana – named Marie Laveau. | |
| Believe it or not, strange as it seem, | |
| She made her fortune selling voodoo, and interpreting dreams. | |
| She was known throughout the nation as the Voodoo Queen. | |
| Folks come to her, from miles and miles around, | |
| She sure know how to put that, that voodoo down. | |
| To the voodoo lady they all would go, | |
| The rich, the educated, the ignorant and the poor. | |
| She’d snap her fingers, and shake her head, | |
| She’d tell them 'bout their lovers – livin’ or dead. | |
| Now an old, old lady named widow Brown, | |
| Asked why her lover, stopped comin’ around | |
| The voodoo gazed at her and squawked | |
| I seen him kissin’ a young girl, up at Shakespeare’s Park | |
| Hanging on an oak tree, in the dark. | |
| Oh Marie Laveau, Oh Marie Laveau, | |
| Oh Marie Laveau, Oh Marie Laveau, | |
| Marie Laveau, the Voodoo Queen, | |
| From way down yonder in New Orleans. | |
| Ya, ya, ya – ya, ya, ya – ya, ya, ya – yaaaaa | |
| Now old, old lady, she lost her speech, | |
| Tears start to rollin’ down her checks, | |
| Voodoo say, “Hush my darlin don’t you cry,” | |
| I make him come back, by and by. | |
| Just sprinkle this snake dust, all over your floor, | |
| I’ll make him come back Friday mornin’, when the rooster crow. | |
| Now Marie Laveau she held em in her hand, | |
| New Orleans, Louisiana was her promised land. | |
| Quality folks, come from far and near, | |
| This wonder woman, for to hear. | |
| They was afraid to be seen, at her gate, | |
| They’d creep through the dark, just to hear their fate. | |
| Holdin’ dark veils, over their head, | |
| They would tremble to hear, what Maria would say. | |
| Marie Laveau, Oh Marie Laveau, | |
| Marie Laveau, Oh Marie Laveau, | |
| Marie Laveau, the Voodoo Queen, | |
| From way down yonder in New Orleans. | |
| Ya, ya, ya – ya, ya, ya – ya, ya, ya – yaaaaa | |
| And she made gris-gris, with an old ram horn, | |
| Stuffed with feathers, shuck from a corn. | |
| A big black candle, and a catfish fin, | |
| She make a man get religion, and give up his sin. | |
| Sad news got out one mornin’, at the break of day, | |
| Marie Laveau had done pass away. | |
| St. Louis cemetery, she lay in her tomb, | |
| She was buried one night, on the wake of the moon. | |
| Marie Laveau, Oh Marie Laveau, | |
| Oh Marie Laveau, Oh Marie Laveau, | |
| The folks still believe, in the Voodoo Queen, | |
| From way down yonder in New Orleans. | |
| Oh Marie Laveau, Oh Marie Laveau, | |
| Oh Marie Laveau, Oh Marie Laveau, | |
| Marie Laveau, the Voodoo Queen, | |
| From way down yonder in New Orleans. | |
| Marie, Marie Laveau, Oh Marie Laveau, | |
| Marie Laveau, the Marie Laveau, | |
| Marie Laveau, the Voodoo Queen. |
| zuò qǔ : Gurley | |
| Now there lived a conjurelady, not long ago, | |
| In New Orleans, Louisiana named Marie Laveau. | |
| Believe it or not, strange as it seem, | |
| She made her fortune selling voodoo, and interpreting dreams. | |
| She was known throughout the nation as the Voodoo Queen. | |
| Folks come to her, from miles and miles around, | |
| She sure know how to put that, that voodoo down. | |
| To the voodoo lady they all would go, | |
| The rich, the educated, the ignorant and the poor. | |
| She' d snap her fingers, and shake her head, | |
| She' d tell them ' bout their lovers livin' or dead. | |
| Now an old, old lady named widow Brown, | |
| Asked why her lover, stopped comin' around | |
| The voodoo gazed at her and squawked | |
| I seen him kissin' a young girl, up at Shakespeare' s Park | |
| Hanging on an oak tree, in the dark. | |
| Oh Marie Laveau, Oh Marie Laveau, | |
| Oh Marie Laveau, Oh Marie Laveau, | |
| Marie Laveau, the Voodoo Queen, | |
| From way down yonder in New Orleans. | |
| Ya, ya, ya ya, ya, ya ya, ya, ya yaaaaa | |
| Now old, old lady, she lost her speech, | |
| Tears start to rollin' down her checks, | |
| Voodoo say, " Hush my darlin don' t you cry," | |
| I make him come back, by and by. | |
| Just sprinkle this snake dust, all over your floor, | |
| I' ll make him come back Friday mornin', when the rooster crow. | |
| Now Marie Laveau she held em in her hand, | |
| New Orleans, Louisiana was her promised land. | |
| Quality folks, come from far and near, | |
| This wonder woman, for to hear. | |
| They was afraid to be seen, at her gate, | |
| They' d creep through the dark, just to hear their fate. | |
| Holdin' dark veils, over their head, | |
| They would tremble to hear, what Maria would say. | |
| Marie Laveau, Oh Marie Laveau, | |
| Marie Laveau, Oh Marie Laveau, | |
| Marie Laveau, the Voodoo Queen, | |
| From way down yonder in New Orleans. | |
| Ya, ya, ya ya, ya, ya ya, ya, ya yaaaaa | |
| And she made grisgris, with an old ram horn, | |
| Stuffed with feathers, shuck from a corn. | |
| A big black candle, and a catfish fin, | |
| She make a man get religion, and give up his sin. | |
| Sad news got out one mornin', at the break of day, | |
| Marie Laveau had done pass away. | |
| St. Louis cemetery, she lay in her tomb, | |
| She was buried one night, on the wake of the moon. | |
| Marie Laveau, Oh Marie Laveau, | |
| Oh Marie Laveau, Oh Marie Laveau, | |
| The folks still believe, in the Voodoo Queen, | |
| From way down yonder in New Orleans. | |
| Oh Marie Laveau, Oh Marie Laveau, | |
| Oh Marie Laveau, Oh Marie Laveau, | |
| Marie Laveau, the Voodoo Queen, | |
| From way down yonder in New Orleans. | |
| Marie, Marie Laveau, Oh Marie Laveau, | |
| Marie Laveau, the Marie Laveau, | |
| Marie Laveau, the Voodoo Queen. |