Club Zydeco Moon

She was a dancer at the Club Zydeco Moon

An all night social house and all day saloon

She has the face and body, the devil's own design

Her lips were gold and sugar sweet as blackberry wine

She dance around my table, flashing big green eyes at me

Swaying to the tempo of a squeezebox melody

She reached down and snatched the folded money from my fist

So easy to give into and too hard to resist

She did her business underneath the candle light

Always aware of Mama Juju's watchful eyes

How many young boys have lost their innocence

Turning to old men wondering where their money went

What happened twenty years ago seem like yesterday

I don't ride through that part of town, I go the other way

She still dances through my bedroom every time I go to sleep

To the rhythm of the music that the squeezebox player keeps

I smell the incense burning Mama Juju's cigarette

Louisiana heat wave and the midnight summer sweat

Somewhere down that alley there's an old rundown saloon

And she's waiting there for me at Club Zydeco Moon

She dance around my table, flashing big green eyes at me

Swaying to the tempo of a squeezebox melody

She reached down and snatched the folded money from my fist

So easy to give into, too hard to resist

She was a dancer