Deep down in LouisiananWay down by the 'canenLived a Mambo, name of QueenienShe sure deal out some painnLike the deep ole' AtchafalayanHer soul was dark as mudnSuck your life out just like quicksandnLeave you choking on your bloodnnYou better pray boy, praynBecause you're prey boy, preynYou better pray boy, praynGotta get down on your kneesnnOld Sonnier got a shotgunnMad as he could benGon' to shoot young QueenienThe girl would not let him benNo chance to pull the triggernShe had him on his kneesnToo late to beg for mercynTime for him to bleed