Die Priesterin

Now there lived a conjure-lady, not long ago
In New Orleans, Louisiana, named Marie Laveau
Believe it or not, strange as it seem
She made her fortune selling voodoo, and interpreting dreams

To the voodoo lady they all would go
The rich, the educated, the ignorant and the poor
She’d snap her fingers, and shake her head
She’d tell them ’bout their lovers, livin’ or dead