Dixie Drug Store Lyrics - Fuzzy - Grant Lee Buffalo

Ooh Jambalaya 

Ooh Jambalaya 

It was muggy July around supper time 

When I pulled into New Orleans 

I got dropped off at South Rampart Street 

I was hungry for a plate of greens 

I made my way down the banquette 

Where I could see an open door 

And overhead a sign made of painted pine read 

The Dixie Drug store 

Peppers and roots were hanging 

From the rafters above 

There were oils and sprays all on display 

For money luck and for love 

I reached down to pick one up 

When a dark hand grabbed my arm 

And before I could see just who it was 

She said you don't want that charm 

Ooh Jambalaya 

The last man to walk that thing out of here 

Just up and disappeared 

Found his wallet and his wingtip shoes 

Near a tombstone down in Algiers 

What you need my traveling friend 

Is a place to wash your jeans 

And I wouldn't be the least surprised 

If you were hungry for a plate of greens 

She beckoned me on up the stairs 

For she'd done made up her mind 

Said take off your hat and kick off your boots 

And leave your pride behind 

Ooh Jambalaya 

She took me down to a secret place 

In the bayou of her blankets 

She offered to share her bourbon 

I thanked her then I drank it 

Through a small crack in the ceiling 

Burst the Louisiana moon 

It shone down on our bodies 

And we began to croon 

Like a couple of coyotes 

We were howling through the night 

And I swear they were a beatin' those 

Congo drums outside 

Ooh Jambalaya 

We laughed until the mornin' 

By then my pants had dried 

I picked up my hat and pulled on my boots 

And I gathered up my pride 

I figured she had done stepped out 

I didn't see her anywhere 

And I set out to find her 

I headed on downstairs 

Got down to the bottom 

I couldn't believe my eyes 

Gone were all the bottles 

And the remedy supplies 

Ooh Jambalaya 

I shouted out for Marie 

I darted out the door 

An old man on the wooden porch said 

What you in there for 

Son you got no business 

The hoodoo store's been closed 

Long as I remember 

A century I suppose 

But mister I just spent the night 

With a young gal named Laveau 

He said the widow Paris 

Done had a little laugh on you 

I said you mean to tell me 

That was the voodooin' 

He nodded yes none other 

The queen of New Orleans 

Ooh Jambalaya 

Ooh Jambalaya 

Ooh Jambalaya 

Ooh Jambalaya 

Ooh Jambalaya 

Ooh Jambalaya