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Deep down in Louisiana |
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Said way down by the 'cane |
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Lived a Mambo, named of Queenie |
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She sure deal out some pain |
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Like the deep ole' Atchafalaya |
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Her soul was dark as mud |
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Suck your life out just like quicksand |
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Leave you choking on your blood |
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You better pray boy, pray |
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Because you're prey boy, prey |
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You better pray boy, pray |
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Get down on your knees |
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Old Sonnier got a shotgun |
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Mad as he could be |
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Goin' to shoot young Queenie |
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The girl would not let him be |
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No chance to pull the trigger |
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She had him on his knees |
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Too late to beg for mercy |
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Time for him to bleed |
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You better pray boy, pray |
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Because you're prey boy, prey |
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You better pray boy, pray |
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Gotta get down on your knees |
