Toby Keith - Club Zydeco Moon lyrics
[Toby Keith - Club Zydeco Moon lyrics]
She was a dancer at the Club Zydeco Moon
An all-night social house and all day saloon
She had the face and body
The devil’s own desire
Her lips were full and sugar
Sweet as blackberry wine
She danced around my table
Flashing gris-gris 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 Zuzu’s watchful eye
How many young boys have lost their innocence
Turned into old men wondering
Where their money went
What happened 20 years ago
Seem like yesterday
I don’t drive 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 Zuzu’s cigarette
Louisiana heat wave and the
Midnight summer sweat
Somewhere down that alley there’s an
Old run down saloon
And she’s waiting there for me
At Club Zydeco Moon
She danced around my table
Flashing gris-gris 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 was a dancer
An all-night social house and all day saloon
She had the face and body
The devil’s own desire
Her lips were full and sugar
Sweet as blackberry wine
She danced around my table
Flashing gris-gris 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 Zuzu’s watchful eye
How many young boys have lost their innocence
Turned into old men wondering
Where their money went
What happened 20 years ago
Seem like yesterday
I don’t drive 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 Zuzu’s cigarette
Louisiana heat wave and the
Midnight summer sweat
Somewhere down that alley there’s an
Old run down saloon
And she’s waiting there for me
At Club Zydeco Moon
She danced around my table
Flashing gris-gris 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 was a dancer