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