Creole Woman - Toby Keith: текст песни id 9818
I stopped in Thibodeaux, Roadhouse in Louisian
I wasn’t stayin’long, I was a wanted man
The aire was thick with danger, I watched the vixens dance
My six gun in my pocket, my pistol in my pants
I let her walk up on me, she pinned me to the door
She said she swore she knew me, we’d never met before
She pressed up hard against me, I stared into her eyes
She grabbed my face and kissed me, she had me hypnotized
I’m runnin’down the road, can’t find the interstate
It’s like I’m being followed and I can’t get away
The snakes and alligators, they whisper in the wind
I hear her calling to me, I turn around again
Cry of a Creole woman
Woke up the devil down in me She took me to her bedroom, smelled like a cheap hotel
Never had a Cajun queen, I’m used to Southern belles
But through the smoky billows of my tobacco leaves
I watched her in the mirror as she was lovin’me
What’s this you wicked woman, some kind of voodoo game?
Hell I haven’t slept since Thursday, don’t even know your name
This spell you got me under, got just one remedy
Just like a poison potion, that goes down smooth and sweet
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