From the album The Original and Genuine

Lyrics

I once met a girl from New Orleans
Drank more whisky than a squad of marines
Popping pills and sniffing glue
I thought she was crazy till I met you
Oh my lord what am I gonna do
I thought she was crazy till I met you.

Met a priest from Arkansas
Loved the rich and robbed the poor
Said that the good Lord told him too
I thought he was crazy till I met you
Oh my lord what am I gonna do
I thought he was crazy till I met you

Met a boy way down south
Had a diamond back rattler and a cotton mouth
Spitting cobra and a black mambo
I thought he was crazy till I met you
Oh my lord what am I gonna do
I thought he was crazy till I met you

Met a woman from Piker’s Hill
Lived on nothing but fresh road kill
Fix up a mighty fine coyote stew
I thought she was crazy till I met you
Oh my lord what am I gonna do
I thought she was crazy till I met you.

Though you were sane a girl could be
Then you went and fell for me
Seems you ain’t got the brain of a cockatoo
I thought I was crazy till I met you
Oh my lord what am I gonna do
I thought I was crazy till I met you
I say that’s might bad Juju
I though I was crazy till I met you

© Willi Kerr 2010

© The Curst Sons 2014