Gris Gris Satchel

Saint John's Eve gone to see Maria on Pontchartrain Twelve thousand black and white standing in the rain Gold stars on my forehead don't need no Tarot deck Gris Gris satchel in my hands cross around my neck Playing spoons on a box down on St. Anne's street Hoodoo Peppers freed a man charmed the judges seat Silver dollar burned a hole cashed my last paycheck Gris Gris satchel in my hands cross around my neck Gris Gris satchel in my hands cross around my neck Bonfire on Midsummer's Eve ashes on my face You might fall in love tonight or you might fall from grace Creole on the bayou paying their respects Gris Gris satchel in my hands cross around my neck Gris Gris satchel in my hands cross around my neck Money on her resting place X's on the wall Rainbow snake has shed it's skin mark the sparrow's fall Free from all my burdens paid up all my debts Gris Gris satchel in my hands cross around my neck Gris Gris satchel in my hands cross around my neck Gris Gris satchel in my hands cross around my neck