There lived a conjure lady, not long ago In New Orleans, Louisiana named Marie Laveau Believe it or not, strange as it seem She made her fortune selling voodoo and interpreting dreams An old, old lady named widow Brown Asked why her lover, stopped comin' around The voodoo gazed at her and squawked "I seen him kissin' a young girl way up at Shakespeare's Park Hanging from an oak tree, in the dark" Oh, Marie Laveau Oh, Marie Laveau She was the Voodoo Queen From way down yonder in New Orleans She made gris-gris with an old ram horn Stuffed with feathers shuck from a corn A big black candle, a black cat within She make a man get religion and give up his sin Oh, Marie Laveau Oh, Marie Laveau Hey hey don't you know Sad news got out one mornin' at the break of day Marie Laveau had passed away St. Louis cemetery, she lays in her tomb She was buried at night on the wake of the moon Oh, Marie Laveau Oh, Marie Laveau The folks still believe in the Voodoo Queen From way down yonder in New Orleans