(johnny vanzant -- chris eddy -- bob britt)



Way down yonder you can hear the wind blow

Through the tall grass growing in the old bayou

The old bayou



There's a dark haired woman that looks so fine

Wearing hand me down clothes, drinking homemade wine

No one ever knew who her daddy was

The people down here say it's all because

She's the daughter of the devil, the sister of a snake

The keeper of souls down on vodoo lake



There's a city boy across the county line

Came looking for the legend of the girl so fine

Well the stories that he heard, well they had to be lies

But he found out different when he looked inher eyes

Well he tried to run away but she had control

He's findin' out now what everybody knows

He knew it was over when she started to shake

Now there's one more soul down on voodoo lake



There's an eerie silence at the break of dawn

A chill in the air, something wrong

When a shadow crosses the ground

Those long lost souls never make a sound

You'd think by now they'd realize

She'll never break her bayou ties



She's the daughter of the devil, the sister of a snake

The keeper of souls down on voodoo lake



Voodoo lake, voodoo lake

Daughter of the devil, sister of a snake

Voodoo lake

Down on voodoo lake, down on voodoo lake

You can see her down on voodoo lake