From the recordings Roots, Roots, and Only Rock 'n Roll
Louisiana Lucy ©
Burning in my chest, trying to catch my breath After double shot number three. Walking with Beam, or rather strutting it seems, Headed out on Bourbon Street
When what to my reddened eyes do you suppose? Something sweet and sinful cut across my nose. Dangerous looking legs in ripped black hose, Heavenly face with a hell of a smile.
Now I’m no kind of sweet talker, Fire water might be to blame. First a whisper to me and then a room key, Before I ever even knew her name.
And it was Louisiana Lucy, a creole bayou queen. The daughter of a devil and a voodoo priestess, Sticking her pins in me.
Now when New Orleans had got the best of me, ….she took the rest right to the edge. Zombified and hypnotized to say the least I was her helpless slave.
The morning come and with an undead groan I rose up to an empty room. To find she’d made off with my heart in the night, took my whiskey and my money too.
She’s got my blood boiling, got me cold sweat slick. There’s only one cure when you’re this kind of sick I cannot stop now, I’m like a ghoul on the prowl Got the itch and I need my fix.
From Louisiana Lucy, a creole bayou queen The daughter of a devil and a voodoo priestess Driving her pins in me I ain’t looking for mercy, that’s the last thing I want
But if I don’t get a taste of her soon, the French quarter I’ll forever haunt.
Looking for Louisiana Lucy, a creole bayou queen. The daughter of a devil and a voodoo priestess, Sticking her pins in me, now she's sticking her pins in me Lord she’s driving her pins in me.