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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 Under a Silvery Moon CRY |