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(*Quist/Temple/Brooks/Jurdi)
St Johnâs Eve, gone to see, Marie on Pontchartrain*
Twelve thousand black and white standing in the rain
Gold stars on my forehead, donât need no tarot deck
Gris gris satchel in my hand, Cross around my neck
Gris gris satchel in my hand, Cross around my neck
Playing spoons on a box down on St Anneâs street
Hoodoo peppers freed a man, charmed the judgeâs seat
Silver dollar burn a hole, cashed my last paycheck
Gris gris satchel in my hand, Cross around my neck
Gris gris satchel in my hand, Cross around my neck
Bonfire on midsummerâs 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 hand, Cross around my neck
Gris gris satchel in my hand, Cross around my neck
Money on her resting place, Xâs on the wall
Rainbow snake has shed its skin, mark the sparrowâs fall
Free from all my burdens, paid up all my debts
Gris gris satchel in my hand, Cross around my neck
Gris gris satchel in my hand, Cross around my neck
Gris gris satchel in my hand, Cross around my neck
- Album:
- Duende
- Sunday Morning Record
- Miscellaneous
- The Double Down - Live in Denver Vol. 2
- The Double Down - Live in Denver, Volume 1
- The Double Down - Live in Denver, Volume 2
- The Double Down - Live in Denver, Vol. 1
- Texas Music Scene Live
- The Band of Heathens
- 107.1 KGSR Broadcasts, Volume 16
- One Foot in the Ether
- SXSW 2008 Showcasing Artists
- SXSW 2009 Showcasing Artists
- Freight Train Boogie 2
- Volume 1