"Moanin Megan' and the Bayou Spell"

Down by the bayou where the moon don’t shine,

Got a woman named Megan, she don’t walk in no straight line.

She got snake eyes smilin’, a bottle full of sin,

Whispered my name in the dark — and I ain’t been right since then.

She got that hoodoo heart, black cat grin,

Smoke and whiskey drippin’ off her skin.

Lord, she shake that spell like a tambourine bell,

Now I’m moanin’ for Megan in that ol’ bayou hell.

She dance barefoot in the cypress rain,

Got a skull on her shelf with my last name.

Cookin’ gumbo with a side of pain,

She say “Come on, cher, you’ll never be the same.”

[Bridge] (low growl, slow down groove)

That woman’s laugh make a preacher fall,

Got the devil hummin’ by her voodoo wall.

She light them candles, hum that chant,

Now I’m dancin’ naked ‘round her garden plants.

She got that hoodoo heart, black cat grin,

Smoke and whiskey drippin’ off her skin.

Lord, she shake that spell like a tambourine bell,

Now I’m moanin’ for Megan in that ol’ bayou hell.

She don’t need no cross, no Bible line,

Just a kiss so hot it’ll melt your spine.

She ride my soul like a midnight train,

And laugh while the storm calls out my name.

[Outro] (Slide guitar solo, heavy and slow)

So if you find that bayou, and hear her hum,

Turn back, boy, ‘fore your time is done.

‘Cause once she whispers that sweet spell true —

You’ll be moanin’ for Megan… just like I do