The Voodoo That Burns

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8. THE VOODOO
(THAT BURNS)

Oh, the voodoo that burns in your eyes
And the tears you disguise in your smile
Oh, the sin that you pour in my drink
And the smoke you inhale every night
Voodoo Queen, lookin’ down New Orleans
On the day that she found out he died
On the day that she found he died

Fine young man rode the train outta town
In her arms and into the bottle divine
Fine young man at the crossroads they met
And the cotton they shared in his bed
Now he’s all torn, it’s his own bloody fault
Here’s the day that he is gonna die
Here’s the day that he is gonna die

Oh, Voodoo this & Voodoo that…your mind it slips away
You took a ride with her downtown…now everybody knows
The priests…the thieves…the whores…the fiends
They know it was just a game
But you sunk deep into your hole
The Voodoo Queen she knows
It was bad mojo….bad mojo….bad mojo…bad mojo….

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from Goin' Down, released October 1, 2009
(Words & Music by Dimitris Douranos)

DD Dynamite – Vocals & Lead & Rhythm Guitars / Telecaster Nick – Rhythm & Lead Guitars / John Hardy – Pedal Steel Guitar / Lydia – Bass Guitar / The Shoeshine Boy – Drums

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“Mother Earth Rock Music” pioneers.
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