Cajun Woman

Baby that preacher gave you spring

In the window with his finger

In the undertaker's wing

Oh, Cajun Woman

Some people still call you a queen

I don't believe you're sinking

Look at all the trouble you've been

He grew up in the Bayou

With a Bible around his neck

He never loved a woman

In the way you would expect

Oh, Cajun Woman

Some people still call you a queen

I don't believe you're sinking

Look at all the trouble you've been

He grew up in the Bayou

With a Bible around his neck

He never loved a woman

In the way you would expect

Don't tell him about his father,

Don't tell him about his name

The Gods won't get to heaven

Till they'll crucify his brain

Oh, Cajun Woman

Some people still call you a queen

I don't believe you're sinking

Look at all the trouble you've been

He grew up in the Bayou

With a Bible around his neck

He never loved a woman

In the way you would expect

Well, it's welcome to the graveyard

And welcome to the throne

Welcome to the orphanage

Where your family sit and moan

Welcome to the liquor stand

And welcome to the poor

Your mama never told you how lucky you are

Oh, Cajun Woman

Some people still call you a queen

I don't believe you're sinking

Look at all the trouble you've been

He grew up in the Bayou

With a Bible around his neck

He never loved a woman

In the way you would expect