Voodoo In Her Hips

Raw, swampy delta blues with male vocals: one rusty slide guitar and a thumping foot stomp on a creaky porch, Dry, upfront vocal, gravel and air, a little tape grit, Verses stay bare and tense; chorus hits harder with thicker guitar voicings and gang-call shouts, Occasional moaning harmonica fills answer vocal phrases between lines, raw, delta blues, male vocals

[Verse 1] She walk down Bourbon Bare feet Slow sway Copper bangles janglin Make the church folks pray That Creole woman Laugh like a cracked whip Every step a spell Got that voodoo in her hips [Chorus] That Creole woman got voodoo in her hips Make a strong man stumble Make a preacher’s Bible slip One little wiggle Whole river change its trip Lord I’m gone I’m gone Voodoo in her hips [Verse 2] She pour that black coffee Stir it three times round Eyes like storm water Pull a poor boy down She say “Sign here Baby” On my busted guitar pick [low vocal register] Soon as I scratch my name My heartbeat start to skip [Chorus] [Bridge] [whispered vocals] Red dress swayin by the bayou reeds She hum low Callin what a good man needs [growled vocal] My shadow follow Can’t turn back Every shake she give Erase my track [Chorus]

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