Chords for Marie Laveau - Oscar 'Papa' Celestin, 1954.

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[B] _ [Em] _ _ There lives a Kunju lady, _
[Am] not [B] long ago, [Em] in New Orleans, Louisiana, [G] [B] named Marie Laveau.
_ [Em] Believe it or not, _ [Am] strange [B] as it seems, she made [Em] a fortune selling voodoo [B] and interpreting [Em] dreams.
She was known throughout the nation [B] as the voodoo [Em] queen.
Folks [D] come to [Dm] her for miles [D] and miles around.
[Em] She'd show them how to put [D#] that [Em] voodoo [B] down.
[Em] To the voodoo ladies, [Am] they [B] would go, _
[Em] rich, educated, [B] ignorant and poor. _
[D] She'd snap her fingers and shake her head, [D#] then [Em] tell them about their lovers, living [Em] or dead.
[B] [Em] An old, old lady [F#] named Weta [B] Brown, [Em] she asked why her lovers [B] stopped coming around.
[D] The voodoo gazed at her in squall.
I [Em] seen him kissing a young girl way up in [D#]
[Em] Shakespeare's Park.
_ And then there are no [B] trees [Em] in the dark.
Oh, Marie Laveau, hey, _ _ Laveau, _ hey, Marie Laveau.
Oh, Marie Laveau, [Am] _
[F#] [B] voodoo [Em] queen, way down yonder [B] in New [Em] Orleans.
Now old Weta Brown, she [Am] lost [B] her speech.
_ [Em] _ Tears start rolling [G]
[B] down her cheeks.
She [Em] says, hush, my darling, _
[Am] [B] don't you cry.
[Em] I'll make him come [B] back by [Em] and by.
Now sprinkle the snake dust [Am] [B] all over your floor.
[Em] He'll come back Friday morning [B] when the rooster crows.
[Em] Oh, Marie Laveau, hey, _ _ _ Laveau, _ hey, _ _ Laveau, _ _ _ _
[Am] _ [F#] [B] voodoo [Em] queen, way down yonder [B] in New [Em] Orleans.
Now Marie Laveau [Am] held them in her [B] hand.
_ [Em] _ New Orleans [B] was her promised land.
_ [Em] Quality folks come [Am] from far [B] and near [Em] this wonder woman [B] far [Em] to hear.
They were afraid to be seen _
[Am] at her [B] gate [Em] and would creep through the dark [F#] to [B] hear their fate.
_ [Em] Pulling down fells [Am] [B] over their head.
They [Em] would tremble to hear [B] what [Em] Marie Laveau said.
Oh, Marie Laveau, _
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[Am] [B] voodoo queen, [Em] way down [B] yonder in [Em] New Orleans.
Now she made gris-gris _ [F#] with an old [B] ram horn, _ [Em] stuffed with feathers [C]
[B] and chucks from a corn.
_ [Em] A big black cattle [Am] and a [B] catfish pen [Em] made a man get religion [B] and hip hop.
[Em] Oh, Marie Laveau, hey, _ _ _ _ _ Laveau, hey, Marie Laveau, oh, Marie _ Laveau, [F#]
[B] voodoo queen, [Em] she got rich on [B] voodoo in New [Em] Orleans.
[E] Sad [G] news got [Em] out one morning [Am] at the [F#m] dawn of [B] day.
[Em] Marie Laveau _ [B] had passed away.
_ [Em] In St.
Louis Cemetery, [B] she lays in a tomb.
[Em] She was buried at night [B] on the waist [Em] of a mule.
Oh, Marie Laveau, _ _ hey, Laveau, hey, Marie Laveau, oh, Marie Laveau, the folks still believe [Am] in the voodoo [B]
queen. _ _ _ _ _ _
[A#] Way _ _ _ [C#] _ _ [Em] down _ _ _ yonder in [Am] _
[B] New _ _ _ _ _ [E] Orleans.
_ _ _ _ [Em] Way _ _ _ _ down. _ _ _
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