Lyrics
There's that Cajun lady, Cajun lady
With a red rag tied 'round her head
There's that Cajun lady, oh, Cajun woman
With a red rag tied 'round her head
The way she looks at me
Gonna sure enough strike me dead
Now I went down with my red dress on
See the long-legged black-haired preacher's son
He read me from the Bible, tore my world apart
Then late in the evening, Lord, he stole my heart
How's a poor girl to know?
How's a poor girl to know?
That smooth Cajun lady had a mind for your gold
Now I don't know, but I've been told
Old Cajun woman got a red rag soul
Cajun lady, oh, Cajun woman
With a red rag tied 'round her head
The way she looks at me
Gonna sure enough strike me dead
The way she looks at me
Gonna sure enough strike me dead