Lyrics Cajun Woman - Fairport Convention

Cajun Woman

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
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
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