Lyrics: Cajun Woman

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The baby that the preacher gave you in the Spring

Spent the winter with his finger in the undertaker’s ring



Oh Cajun woman, some people still call you a queen

I don’t believe you’re sinking but look at all the trouble you’ve been



He grew up in the bayou with a bible ’round his neck

He never loved a woman the way you would expect



Oh Cajun woman, some people still call you a queen

I don’t believe you’re sinking but look at all the trouble you’ve been



Don’t tell him ’bout his Father, don’t tell him ’bout his name

The Gods won’t get to Heaven if you crucify his brain



Oh Cajun woman, some people still call you a queen

I don’t believe you’re sinking but look at all the trouble you’ve been



Well it’s welcome to the graveyard and welcome to the throne

Welcome to the orphanage where your family sit and moan

Welcome to the liquor stile and welcome to the poor

Your momma never told you how lucky you are



Oh Cajun woman, some people still call you a queen

I don’t believe you’re sinking but look at all the trouble you’ve been

Richard Thompson