Club Zydeco Moon

Am She was a dancer at the Club Zydeco Moon E Am An all night social house and all day saloon She had the face and body the devil’s own desire E Am Her lips were full and sugar sweet as blackberry wine 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 G Am She did her business underneath the candle light G Am Always aware of Mama Zuzu’s watchful eye How many young boys have lost their innocence E Turned into old men wonderin’ where their Am money went ( F Am F G E ) Am What happened 20 years ago seem like yesterday I don’t drive through that part of town, E Am I go the other way She still dances through my bedroom every time I go to sleep E To the rhythm of the music that the squeezebox Am player keeps G Am I smell the incense burning Mama Zuzu’s cigarette G Am Louisiana heat wave and the midnight summer sweat Somewhere down that alley there’s an old run down saloon E Am 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