| Down in New Orleans on Julia St.
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| There’s a lawyer man you don’t want to meet
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| He said, «trust me, trust me it’ll be all right.»
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| You sign in blood on a full moon right
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| Lawyer, lawyer who are you?
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| The hang man’s noose is looking good on you
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| You waste our time with your nickel and dime
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| Come taste a drink of this homemade wine
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| Before you die, before you die
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| Drink a little poison before you die Cemetery, cemetery where is Marie Laveau?
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| She’s down in New Orleans in her voodoo sepulchre
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| Floating above her bones
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| She floats through the skies on a midnight ride
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| Radiating in your head
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| You let her seap inside your soul
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| You’ll never ever be dead
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| Aw, look at the baby cry
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| He keeps falling down and he don’t know why
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| Liar, liar with your pants on fire
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| We’re gonna dance around your funeral pyre
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