Letras: Toby Keith. That Don't Make Me A Bad Guy. Creole Woman.

I stopped in Thibodeaux, Roadhouse in Louisiana
I wasn't stayin' long, I was a wanted man
The air was thick with danger, I watched the vixens dance
My six gun in my pocket, my pistol in my pants

I let her walk upon me, she pinned me to the door
She said she swore she knew me, we'd never met before
She pressed up hard against me, I stared into her eyes
She grabbed my face and kissed me, she had me hypnotized

I'm runnin' down the road, can't find the interstate
It's like I'm bein' followed and I can't get away
The snakes and alligators, they whisper in the wind
I hear her callin' to me, I turn around again
Cry of a creole woman, woke up the devil down in me

She took me to her bedroom, smelled like a cheap hotel
Never had a Cajun queen, I'm used to Southern belles
But through the smoky billows of my tobacco leaves
I watched her in the mirror as she was lovin' me

I'm runnin' down the road, can't find the interstate
It's like I'm bein' followed and I can't get away
The snakes and alligators, they whisper in the wind
I hear her callin' to me, I turn around again
Cry of a creole woman, woke up the devil down in me

What's this, you wicked woman, some kind of voodoo game?
Hell I haven't slept since Thursday, don't even know your name
This spell you got me under, got just one remedy
Just like a poison potion, that goes down smooth and sweet

I'm runnin' down the road, can't find the interstate
It's like I'm bein' followed and I can't get away
The snakes and alligators, they whisper in the wind
I hear her callin' to me, I turn around again
Cry of a creole woman, yeah, the cry of a creole woman
Woke up the devil down in me