New Orleans, Voodoo Child

New Orleans, I fell into your voodoo spell

on a pitch, black night in a November taxi

in flight from St. Louis Armstrong airport

heavy and ominious, the calm before the storm

I dove into your alien, black streets

to seek refuge somewhere warm

"The House of the Rising Sun"

and awoke to church bells breaking the dawn facing the light

the pleasure seekers of New Orleans

sin owns the night

your ghosts still haunt these streets

Red Allen blows his horn

while barges float up the Mississippi forlorn

here was every vice known to man

Hell's playground, indulgence staining the sand

and this gumbo mix of lust and love of life

attracted me as a husband to a wife

cutting the curtain like a machete knife

like a moth to a flame

my enduring love for you has no name

only a fascination.