She was the queen,
down in New Orleans.
She had authority,
and she is meant to be known.
You should appreciate her,
cause she is a legend.
Her name is widely spoken.
You can't just ignore her.
I believe in her.
Her strength, her power.
How she helped her fellow folks,
even though she was feared.
A woman of color, who went down in history.
who ruled the darker realms.
whose mighty hands healed the sick.
who called upon her ancestors for guidance.
She was devout,
to our God and His glory.
and died doing what she loved.
Visit her if you have a chance.
you might see her while on the way.
For she still watches over her grave,
and you may witness her pet, Zombie.
Leave her an offering,
and you shall receive luck and blessings that day.
Daddy was a soldier, always had an itch
Down along the bayou, daddy served a hitch
Wouldn’t you know?
He loved Madam Laveau
Guess that makes me a son-of-a-witch
She was tall and lovely from 'way down south,
she had blood on her hands, blood on her mouth.
She got voodoo spells and incantations.
She lived on one of those big plantations.
Had she done something bad? Well I don’t know.
She went by the name of Marie Laveau.
She had golden skin and curly black hair.
Down near the bayou you could find her there.
With her big old snake wrapped around and 'round,
it was party time when the sun went down.
Cauldron would bubble and naked they'd dance.
Potions concocted, 'round the fire she’d prance.
She had a mojo hand, a black cat bone.
You’d never want her to catch you alone.
There were stories told of the men she’d charmed;
take her husband Jacques, he wasn't alarmed,
he just disappeared, he never returned,
just ashes left and the incense she burned.
Marie has a tomb down in New Orleans,
she'll be ever known as the Voodoo Queen.
Eternally lives as a big black crow,
the fire in its eyes is a reddish glow.
Scratch three X’s, leave a gift in the glass,
then make your wish, it just might come to pass.