Club Zydeco Moon

	  		
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She was a dancer at the Club Zydeco Moon 
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An all night social house and all day saloon 

She had the face and body the devil’s own desire 
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Her lips were full and sugar sweet as blackberry wine 

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She danced around my table 
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Flashin’ gris-gris eyes at me 
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Swayin’ to the tempo of a squeezebox melody 

She reached down and snatched the folded money 

from my fist 
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So easy to give into and too hard to resist 

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She did her business underneath the candle light 
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Always aware of Mama Zuzu’s watchful eye 

How many young boys have lost their innocence 
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Turned into old men wonderin’ where their 
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money went 

( F  Am  F  G  E ) 

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What happened 20 years ago seem like yesterday 

I don’t drive through that part of town, 
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I go the other way 

She still dances through my bedroom every time I 

go to sleep 
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To the rhythm of the music that the squeezebox 
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player keeps 

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I smell the incense burning Mama Zuzu’s cigarette 
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Louisiana heat wave and the midnight summer sweat 

Somewhere down that alley there’s an old run down saloon 
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She’s waiting there for me at Club Zydeco Moon 

      G 
She danced around my table 
           Am 
Flashin’ gris-gris eyes at me 
   G                          Am 
Swayin’ to the tempo of a squeezebox melody 

She reached down and snatched the folded money 

from my fist 
    E                                 Am 
So easy to give into and too hard to resist