| Song | Club Zydeco Moon |
| Artist | Toby Keith |
| Album | Clancy's Tavern |
| [00:12.40] | She was a dancer at the Club Zydeco Moon |
| [00:18.17] | An all night social house and all day saloon |
| [00:24.07] | She had the face and body, the devil’s own desire |
| [00:29.98] | Her lips were full and sugar sweet as blackberry wine |
| [00:35.93] | |
| [00:36.78] | She danced around my table |
| [00:39.02] | Flashin’ gris-gris eyes at me |
| [00:42.18] | Swayin’ to the tempo of a squeezebox melody |
| [00:47.20] | She reached down and snatched the folded money from my fist |
| [00:53.22] | So easy to give into and too hard to resist |
| [00:59.35] | |
| [01:00.04] | She did her business underneath the candle light |
| [01:05.89] | Always aware of Mama Zuzu’s watchful eye |
| [01:11.22] | How many young boys have lost their innocence |
| [01:16.39] | Turned into old men wonderin’ where their money went |
| [01:22.11] | |
| [01:36.28] | What happened 20 years ago seem like yesterday |
| [01:42.86] | I don’t drive through that part of town, I go the other way |
| [01:48.46] | She still dances through my bedroom every time I go to sleep |
| [01:55.29] | To the rhythm of the music that the squeezebox player keeps |
| [02:00.94] | |
| [02:02.10] | I smell the incense burning Mama Zuzu’s cigarette |
| [02:07.48] | Louisiana heat wave and the midnight summer sweat |
| [02:13.06] | Somewhere down that alley there’s an old run down saloon |
| [02:18.53] | And she’s waiting there for me at Club Zydeco Moon |
| [02:24.44] | |
| [02:25.73] | She danced around my table |
| [02:27.87] | Flashin’ gris-gris eyes at me |
| [02:30.92] | Swayin’ to the tempo of a squeezebox melody |
| [02:36.31] | She reached down and snatched the folded money from my fist |
| [02:42.23] | So easy to give into and too hard to resist |
| [02:47.24] | |
| [02:52.80] | She was a dancer… |
| [02:59.18] | |
| [03:00.89] |
| [00:12.40] | She was a dancer at the Club Zydeco Moon |
| [00:18.17] | An all night social house and all day saloon |
| [00:24.07] | She had the face and body, the devil' s own desire |
| [00:29.98] | Her lips were full and sugar sweet as blackberry wine |
| [00:35.93] | |
| [00:36.78] | She danced around my table |
| [00:39.02] | Flashin' grisgris eyes at me |
| [00:42.18] | Swayin' to the tempo of a squeezebox melody |
| [00:47.20] | She reached down and snatched the folded money from my fist |
| [00:53.22] | So easy to give into and too hard to resist |
| [00:59.35] | |
| [01:00.04] | She did her business underneath the candle light |
| [01:05.89] | Always aware of Mama Zuzu' s watchful eye |
| [01:11.22] | How many young boys have lost their innocence |
| [01:16.39] | Turned into old men wonderin' where their money went |
| [01:22.11] | |
| [01:36.28] | What happened 20 years ago seem like yesterday |
| [01:42.86] | I don' t drive through that part of town, I go the other way |
| [01:48.46] | She still dances through my bedroom every time I go to sleep |
| [01:55.29] | To the rhythm of the music that the squeezebox player keeps |
| [02:00.94] | |
| [02:02.10] | I smell the incense burning Mama Zuzu' s cigarette |
| [02:07.48] | Louisiana heat wave and the midnight summer sweat |
| [02:13.06] | Somewhere down that alley there' s an old run down saloon |
| [02:18.53] | And she' s waiting there for me at Club Zydeco Moon |
| [02:24.44] | |
| [02:25.73] | She danced around my table |
| [02:27.87] | Flashin' grisgris eyes at me |
| [02:30.92] | Swayin' to the tempo of a squeezebox melody |
| [02:36.31] | She reached down and snatched the folded money from my fist |
| [02:42.23] | So easy to give into and too hard to resist |
| [02:47.24] | |
| [02:52.80] | She was a dancer |
| [02:59.18] | |
| [03:00.89] |