(Johnny VanZant -- Chris Eddy -- Bob Britt). Way down yonder you can hear the wind blow. Through the tall grass growing in the old bayou. The old bayou. There's a dark haired woman that looks so fine. Wearing hand me down clothes drinking homemade wine. No one ever knew who her daddy was. The people down here say it's all because. She's the daughter of the devil the sister of a snake. The keeper of souls down on Vodoo Lake. There's a city boy across the county line. Came looking for the legend of the girl so fine. Well the stories that he heard well they had to be lies. But he found out different when he looked inher eyes. Well he tried to run away but she had control. He's findin' out now what everybody knows. He knew it was over when she started to shake. Now there's one more soul down on Voodoo Lake. There's an eerie silence at the break of dawn. A chill in the air something wrong. When a shadow crosses the ground. Those long lost souls never make a sound. You'd think by now they'd realize. She'll never break her bayou ties. She's the daughter of the devil the sister of a snake. The keeper of souls down on Voodoo Lake. Voodoo Lake Voodoo Lake. Daughter of the Devil sister of a snake. Voodoo Lake. Down on Voodoo Lake Down on Voodoo Lake. You can see her down on Voodoo Lake.