John Campbell Voodoo Edge
On a blue highway with the moon coming down,
I saw a girl layin’ some hoodoo down.
A Creole woman with a bag of tricks,
v Wearin’ a cobra snake dress shakin some mojo sticks.
She rode me thirteen floors,
Shimmied right to the ledge,
She had the voodoo edge.
I was cruisin’ for a bruisin’ I knew what was at stake,
From the notches on her stockings from the hearts she
did break.
It hurt to touch her but I wanted her just the same,
She did the rattlesnake shake it drove me insane.
She rode me thirteen floors,
Shimmied right to the ledge,
She had the voodoo edge.
Five bolts of lightnin’ and a hurricane,
The sky filled with fire and rain.
She coiled around me like the queen of the snakes,
Squeezed me ‘til I thought my spine would break.
She rode me thirteen floors,
Shimmied right to the ledge,
She had the voodoo edge.
