The baby that the preacher gave you in the Spring. Spent the winter with his finger in the undertaker's ring. Oh Cajun woman some people still call you a queen. I don’t believe you’re sinking but look at all the trouble you’ve been. He grew up in the bayou with a bible ‘round his neck. He never loved a woman the way you would expect. Oh Cajun woman some people still call you a queen. I don’t believe you’re sinking but look at all the trouble you’ve been. Don't tell him 'bout his Father don't tell him 'bout his name. The Gods won't get to Heaven if you crucify his brain. Oh Cajun woman some people still call you a queen. I don’t believe you’re sinking but look at all the trouble you’ve been. Well it’s welcome to the graveyard and welcome to the throne. Welcome to the orphanage where your family sit and moan. Welcome to the liquor stile and welcome to the poor. Your momma never told you how lucky you are. Oh Cajun woman some people still call you a queen. I don’t believe you’re sinking but look at all the trouble you’ve been