Swamp Witch
Down south in the bayou, way out back
In a place where the dead don't go is a little old shack
Inside it's glowing red like the fires of Hell
That's where I met my vooddo chile where she cast her spell
How hard I fell for my bayou belle
Fell in love with a Swamp witch
Fell in love with a Swamp witch
She dragged me to Hell with her Voodoo spell
Fell in love with a Swamp witch
Fell in love with a Swamp witch
Seems I had competition for her stone cold heart
A little rich white boy, Billy-Ray Bouregaurde
He espied our ritual, called the Gendarme down
It was torch and pitchfork city
They must have brought the whole damn town
How hard I fell for my bayou belle
Fell in love with a Swamp witch
Fell in love with a Swamp witch
She dragged me to Hell with her Voodoo spell
Fell in love with a Swamp witch
Fell in love with a Swamp witch
She reached beneath her skirt and produced a small ceremonial dagger
Dragging it across my palm in a perpendicular motion
I felt no pain as the intoxication of the moment consumed me
Then with our blood offering spent, moist and heavy like the swamp air on our skin
She began the ritual anew
And the memory of what she conjured up fills me with dread
Yeah the screams of the dying run through my head
Let it serve as a warning where you should not roam
Down south in the bayou where the dead don't go
How hard I fell for my bayou belle
Fell in love with a Swamp witch
Fell in love with a Swamp witch
She dragged me to Hell with her Voodoo spell
Fell in love with a Swamp witch
Fell in love with a Swamp witch
In a place where the dead don't go is a little old shack
Inside it's glowing red like the fires of Hell
That's where I met my vooddo chile where she cast her spell
How hard I fell for my bayou belle
Fell in love with a Swamp witch
Fell in love with a Swamp witch
She dragged me to Hell with her Voodoo spell
Fell in love with a Swamp witch
Fell in love with a Swamp witch
Seems I had competition for her stone cold heart
A little rich white boy, Billy-Ray Bouregaurde
He espied our ritual, called the Gendarme down
It was torch and pitchfork city
They must have brought the whole damn town
How hard I fell for my bayou belle
Fell in love with a Swamp witch
Fell in love with a Swamp witch
She dragged me to Hell with her Voodoo spell
Fell in love with a Swamp witch
Fell in love with a Swamp witch
She reached beneath her skirt and produced a small ceremonial dagger
Dragging it across my palm in a perpendicular motion
I felt no pain as the intoxication of the moment consumed me
Then with our blood offering spent, moist and heavy like the swamp air on our skin
She began the ritual anew
And the memory of what she conjured up fills me with dread
Yeah the screams of the dying run through my head
Let it serve as a warning where you should not roam
Down south in the bayou where the dead don't go
How hard I fell for my bayou belle
Fell in love with a Swamp witch
Fell in love with a Swamp witch
She dragged me to Hell with her Voodoo spell
Fell in love with a Swamp witch
Fell in love with a Swamp witch
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Writer(s): Simon Gotlieb
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