Dirty Saint
Down in a bayou where nobody goes
He was making love to Marie Laveau
Conjuring magic, tricks up his sleeve
Sprinkled her heart with the four thieves
Out of his mind, totally sane
Doin' the second line with a walkin' cane
Dirty saint, dirty saint
Might be in heaven
But he probably ain't
Played so sweet
Make a woman faint
They'll never be another
Like the dirty saint
He could stagger, he could stroll
Stole tricknology from Jelly Roll
Pumping them pedals like a getaway car
Had his finger shot off in downtown bar
Always knew how to kill the pain
That was more than holy water flowin' in his veins
Dirty saint, dirty saint
Might be in heaven
But he probably ain't
Played so sweet
Make a woman faint
They'll never be another
Like that dirty saint
Jackamo, iko junco too
That dirty saint's gonna get to you
His heart was pure, his soul was clean
Blackest white man that you ever seen
He had the fever he had the funk
He made sure that it never stunk
Used his gris gris to fight the hate
Dancing his way through the pearly gates
Dirty saint, dirty saint
Might be in heaven
But he probably ain't
Played so sweet
Made the women faint
They'll never be another
Like that dirty saint
Dirty saint, dirty saint
Might be in heaven
But he probably ain't
Kept the funk alive and that's a fact
There'll never be another Mac Rebennack
Dirty saint, dirty saint
Might be in heaven
But he probably ain't
Gilded splinters he walked on
There'll never be another like Doctor John
Never be another like the dirty saint
He was making love to Marie Laveau
Conjuring magic, tricks up his sleeve
Sprinkled her heart with the four thieves
Out of his mind, totally sane
Doin' the second line with a walkin' cane
Dirty saint, dirty saint
Might be in heaven
But he probably ain't
Played so sweet
Make a woman faint
They'll never be another
Like the dirty saint
He could stagger, he could stroll
Stole tricknology from Jelly Roll
Pumping them pedals like a getaway car
Had his finger shot off in downtown bar
Always knew how to kill the pain
That was more than holy water flowin' in his veins
Dirty saint, dirty saint
Might be in heaven
But he probably ain't
Played so sweet
Make a woman faint
They'll never be another
Like that dirty saint
Jackamo, iko junco too
That dirty saint's gonna get to you
His heart was pure, his soul was clean
Blackest white man that you ever seen
He had the fever he had the funk
He made sure that it never stunk
Used his gris gris to fight the hate
Dancing his way through the pearly gates
Dirty saint, dirty saint
Might be in heaven
But he probably ain't
Played so sweet
Made the women faint
They'll never be another
Like that dirty saint
Dirty saint, dirty saint
Might be in heaven
But he probably ain't
Kept the funk alive and that's a fact
There'll never be another Mac Rebennack
Dirty saint, dirty saint
Might be in heaven
But he probably ain't
Gilded splinters he walked on
There'll never be another like Doctor John
Never be another like the dirty saint
Credits
Writer(s): John Patrick Hahn, Will Kimbrough
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