I walked alone down the miracle mile I met my baby by the shrine of the martyr She stole my heart With her cajun smile Singing voulez, voulez, voulez-vous
I just learned that she was the first person to cover this song, so here's her version: ...then Willie and Merle ...and then the original:
Mumbled talk through Pigeon Park and Hastings is wasting away religiously, they seem to sin buy, sell, or trade for amens
Mama, she lives in a house With no lock on the door Mama, there’s no one upstairs But there’s a great bottom floor
Blessed are the poor For they shall inherit the earth Better to be poor Than be a fat man in the eye of a needle As these words were spoken, I swear I hear the old man laughing What good is a used up world And how could it be worth having?
