Voodoo Man Way back down the bayou Where the water runs deep and black There lives an old swamper with mystic powers In a one room mud daub shack His momma was a dark eyed creole His daddy an indian of the swamp They taught him the ways to conquer the soul Of anyone that he wants He got the voodoo He got the mojo He got the gris-gris He gonna put some on you,yeah He the voodoo man Voodoo man He got concoctions and incantations Gauranteed to leave you satisfied Good or bad when he sends his invitation He'll get you dead or alive Lookin' through the minds eye At twelve he cast his first spell Now many years passed and his powers still defy Either side of heaven or hell He got the voodoo He got the mojo He got the gris-gris He gonna put some on you,yeah He the voodoo man Voodoo man He the voodoo man Voodoo man