(Johnny Van Zant - Chris Eddy - Bob Britt)
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Way down yonder you can hear the wind blow
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Through the tall grass growing in the old bayou
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The old bayou
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There's a dark haired woman that looks so fine
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Wearing hand me down clothes, drinking homemade wine
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No one ever knew who her daddy was
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The people down here say it's all because
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She's the daughter of the devil, the sister of a snake
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The keeper of souls down on Vodoo Lake
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There's a city boy across the county line
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Came looking for the legend of the girl so fine
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Well the stories that he heard, well they had to be lies
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But he found out different when he looked inher eyes
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Well he tried to run away but she had control
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He's findin' out now what everybody knows
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He knew it was over when she started to shake
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Now there's one more soul down on Voodoo Lake
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There's an eerie silence at the break of dawn
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A chill in the air, something wrong
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When a shadow crosses the ground
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Those long lost souls never make a sound
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You'd think by now they'd realize
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She'll never break her bayou ties
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She's the daughter of the devil, the sister of a snake
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The keeper of souls down on Voodoo Lake
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Voodoo Lake, Voodoo Lake
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Daughter of the Devil, sister of a snake
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Voodoo Lake
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Down on Voodoo Lake, Down on Voodoo Lake
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You can see her down on Voodoo Lake
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Voodoo Lake
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