Voodoo Thing

Way down south

Where the mangroves grow

Deep in the swamp

Down in the Bayou

There's a little story

That's never been told

About a pretty widow

Who never grows old

And how she buried her soul

With her wedding ring

Traded it off

For that voodoo thing

She moves like the wind

Got a fire in her eyes

Well, she can bring down rain

From the clear blue sky

Make the sun go down

With a wave of her hand

Well, she can make a king

Of an ordinary man

She's gonna make you dance

She's gonna make you sing

When she gives you some

Of that voodoo thing

Oh-oh-oh, my voodoo thing

Like a heart held close

To the edge of a knife

One kiss from her lips

Turned my blood into ice

I tried to run

By the light of the moon

I said I'd never be back

But I spoke too soon

Well, she made me dance

And she made me scream

Did she give me some

Of that voodoo thing?

The voodoo thing

Oh-oh-oh, my voodoo thing

She'll put a spell on you