Deep down in Louisiana Way down by the 'cane Lived a Mambo, name of Queenie She sure deal out some pain Like the deep ole' Atchafalaya Her soul was dark as mud Suck your life out just like quicksand Leave you choking on your blood You better pray boy, pray Because you're prey boy, prey You better pray boy, pray Gotta get down on your knees Old Sonnier got a shotgun Mad as he could be Gon' to shoot young Queenie The girl would not let him be No chance to pull the trigger She had him on his knees Too late to beg for mercy Time for him to bleed