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    "Dixie Drug Store" Lyrics

    track 8
    Fuzzy [1993]
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    It was muggy july around supper time
    When I pulled into new orleans
    I got dropped off at south rampart street
    I was hungry for a plate of greens

    I made my way down the banquette
    Where I could see an open door
    And overhead a sign made of painted pine read
    The dixie drug store

    Peppers and roots were hanging
    From the rafters above
    There were oils and sprays all on display
    For money luck and for love

    I reached down to pick one up
    When a dark hand grabbed my arm
    And before I could see just who it was
    She said you don't want that charm

    The last man to walk that thing out of here
    Just up and disappeared
    Found his wallet and his wingtip shoes
    Near a tombstone down in algiers

    What you need my travelling friend
    Is a place to wash your jeans
    And I wouldn't be the least surprised
    If you were hungry for a plate of greens

    She beckoned me on up the stairs
    For she'd done made up her mind
    Said take off your hat and kick off your boots
    And leave your pride behind

    She was turnin' tricks and nothing clicked
    And the room was black as pitch
    She had me backed up against the wall
    I was fumbling for the switch

    I could hear her crack the shutters
    As I felt a little draft
    When she gave me a shove into the tub
    And said it's time to take your bath

    I lay there in my stockinged feet
    I was soaked from head to toe
    At the same time down on rampart street
    I heard the trumpet blow

    Sparks started poppin' from an old tin cup
    Sitting on the window sill
    The whole place smelled like matches
    And onions on the grill

    I was catchin' cold and I told her so
    As I let out a little cough
    She told me since my pants were clean
    Why don't I just dry off

    I found myself a little tea-towel
    Wrapped it around my waist
    I was standin' there half naked
    When I noticed we were face to face

    And now it seemed the picture's
    Gettin' pretty strange
    Stripped bare in her chamber and
    I hadn't even asked her name

    I started to inquire
    She knocked me upside the head
    My noggin felt on fire
    As she pulled me into bed

    You needn't ask no questions
    Of the things that don't concern you
    If you aren't afraid of the fire son
    Fire it won't burn you

    She took me down to a secret place
    In the bayou of her blankets
    She offered to share her bourbon
    I thanked her then I drank it

    Thru a small crack in the ceiling
    Burst the louisiana moon
    It shone down on our bodies
    And we began to croon

    Like a couple of coyotes
    We were howling thru the night
    And I swear they were a beatin' those
    Congo drums outside

    I told her she was crazy
    And she replied it's true
    And she finally introduced herself
    As the famous marie laveau

    I said now come on darlin'
    She died a century ago
    Don't believe the paper she said
    It simply isn't so

    I shot back that's impossible
    There ain't a ghost of a chance
    But I wouldn't turn a pretty ghost down
    If she asked me up to dance

    We laughed until the mornin'
    By then my pants had dried
    I picked up my hat and pulled on my boots
    And I gathered up my pride

    I figured she had done stepped out
    I didn't see her anywhere
    And I set out to find her
    I headed on downstairs

    Got down to the bottom
    I couldn't believe my eyes
    Gone were all the bottles
    And the remedy supplies

    I shouted out for marie
    I darted out the door
    An old man on the wooden porch said
    What you in there for

    Son you got no business
    The hoodoo store's been closed
    Long as I remember
    A century I suppose

    But mister I just spent the night
    With a young gal named laveau
    He said the widow paris
    Done had a little laugh on you

    I said you mean to tell me
    That was the voodooin'
    He nodded yes none other
    The queen of new orleans
    • submitted by Snap on February 25th, 2011

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