Baby that preacher gave you spring In the window with his finger In the undertaker's wing Oh, Cajun Woman Some people still call you a queen I don't believe you're sinking Look at all the trouble you've been He grew up in the Bayou With a Bible around his neck He never loved a woman In the way you would expect Oh, Cajun Woman Some people still call you a queen I don't believe you're sinking Look at all the trouble you've been He grew up in the Bayou With a Bible around his neck He never loved a woman In the way you would expect Don't tell him about his father, Don't tell him about his name The Gods won't get to heaven Till they'll crucify his brain Oh, Cajun Woman Some people still call you a queen I don't believe you're sinking Look at all the trouble you've been He grew up in the Bayou With a Bible around his neck He never loved a woman In the way you would expect Well, it's welcome to the graveyard And welcome to the throne Welcome to the orphanage Where your family sit and moan Welcome to the liquor stand And welcome to the poor Your mama never told you how lucky you are Oh, Cajun Woman Some people still call you a queen I don't believe you're sinking Look at all the trouble you've been He grew up in the Bayou With a Bible around his neck He never loved a woman In the way you would expect