Baby, that preacher gave you his painTo ?let the window? on his
finger in the undertaker's name(Chorus)Oh, cajun womanSome
people still call you a queenI don't believe you're
sinkingWith all the trouble you've beenHe grew up in the
bayou with a Bible round his neckHe never loved a woman in the
way you would expect(Chorus)Don't tell him by his father,
don't tell him by his nameThe dogs won't get to
heaven, they'll crucify his brain(Chorus)Well, it's
welcome to the graveyard and welcome to the throneWelcome to the
orphanage where your family sit and moanWelcome to the liquor
stand and welcome to the parkYour mama never told you how lucky
you are(Chorus