Gris Gris Satchel

(*Quist/Temple/Brooks/Jurdi)
 St John's Eve, gone to see, Marie 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 hand, Cross around my neck
 Gris gris satchel in my hand, Cross around my neck
 Playing spoons on a box down on St Anne's street
 Hoodoo peppers freed a man, charmed the judge's seat
 Silver dollar burn a hole, cashed my last paycheck
 Gris gris satchel in my hand, Cross around my neck
 Gris gris satchel in my hand, 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 hand, Cross around my neck
 Gris gris satchel in my hand, Cross around my neck
 Money on her resting place, X's on the wall
 Rainbow snake has shed its skin, mark the sparrow's fall
 Free from all my burdens, paid up all my debts
 Gris gris satchel in my hand, Cross around my neck
 Gris gris satchel in my hand, Cross around my neck
 Gris gris satchel in my hand, Cross around my neck