Mistress of the swamp, she can give a man anything he wants. She’s got that fire burning in her eyes, she’ll own your soul after you die. You can hear her in the graveyard singing her [bad word] to me you poor tortured souls. It’s time to make good on the debt that you know you owe. So throw off death’s shackles and rise up. You’ve been bought and sold, now you’re mine to own, my personal property. With the wail of a banshee she screams.
Go now child, go now child, go. She rolls them bones, she reads them stones. Go now child, go now child, go. Eyes roll back, she starts to shake and moan. Go now child, go now child, go. Well bless my soul. You got us all in thrall doing that hoodoo you do.
Oh the preacher man he screamed that she’s a demon, then he got a visit from the corpse of Bobby Freeman. Now she got the [bad word] scared, she got the men on their knees. Sheriff came to ask her about preacher man, now no one’s seen him in weeks. No there ain’t no one who knows where that sheriff went, but I’m guessing he found that preacher man.
Go now child, go now child, go. She rolls them bones, she reads them stones. Go now child, go now child, go. Eyes roll back, she starts to shake and moan. Go now child, go now child, go. Well bless my soul. You got us all in thrall doing that hoodoo you do.
I sold my soul. Tell me now woman when will you let me go. I paid my debt, so put me back down in the ground to rest.
I sold my soul. Tell me now woman when will you let me go. I paid my debt, so put me back down in the ground to rest.
I sold my soul. Tell me now woman when will you let me go. I paid my debt, so put me back down in the ground to rest.