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The Panther (Clark/Robinson)


Born on the Mississippi river by the middle hobo jungle
A gipsy angel at the age of seven learned how to hustle
Fifteen years and no harvest moon
Then Evangelene when she was doin' the tune

And she's a panther running from the hunter
And a gipsy violin turns her into a dancer, into a dancer

Drive downtown where her grandfather sits upon his porch swing
Plays a cajun fiddle and he does the jig round a jug of whiskey
Said don't take the ride with that silk shirt man
He'll end up doing you wrong, Evangelene

Now he's the hunter and you should be a panther
You gotta run through the moonlight down by the river he can't catch her

But the rain came on Sunday morning as she walked out the door
Down the dirt path to the Church on the corner by the river
She saw the man standing there who asked her out for a little ride
To his home in Sternwheeler, Mississippi

Captain James don't you think I'm a little bit young now
I could dance in a gamblers suit I could put you out
Want to see the streets of New Orleans
You'll be the number one Malado queen

He turned this hunter into a panther
When he asked the question she didn't have an answer

Uh-oh, he was the hunter and she became a panther
In the pale moon river bed he'll never gonna catch her, no, uh-oh

He's the hunter she's the panther
Her Pa is the only money and I'm a-gonna meet him down there
This House of the Rising Sun I wanna get away from here (In the starry starry night)
You're a panther
Oh, I'm a hunter

Panther
She's a hunter
She's a panther