Gris Gris Satchel Lyrics

Saint John's Eve gone to see Maria on Pontchartrain
Twelve thousand black and white standing in the rain
Gold stars on my forehead don't need no Tarot deck
Gris Gris satchel in my hands cross around my neck
Playing spoons on a box down on St. Anne's street
Hoodoo Peppers freed a man charmed the judges seat
Silver dollar burned a hole cashed my last paycheck
Gris Gris satchel in my hands cross around my neck
Gris Gris satchel in my hands cross around my neck
Bonfire on Midsummer's Eve ashes on my face
You might fall in love tonight or you might fall from grace
Creole on the bayou paying their respects
Gris Gris satchel in my hands cross around my neck
Gris Gris satchel in my hands cross around my neck
Money on her resting place X's on the wall
Rainbow snake has shed it's skin mark the sparrow's fall
Free from all my burdens paid up all my debts
Gris Gris satchel in my hands cross around my neck
Gris Gris satchel in my hands cross around my neck
Gris Gris satchel in my hands cross around my neck