He Would Recount The Stories He Had Learned So Well
Fourteen Years Is A Long Time In One Cell
When The Pipe Is Passed The Opium Does Its Rounds
Papa Legba Sitting Pretty In A Chicken Little Town

His Textured Skin, Like Leather In The Sun
Fingers Beating Hard Upon A Native Drum
He Picks His Teeth With A Splintered Back Rib Bone
Papa Legba Bears His Fangs And Lays Alone

Hey Papa Legba, Hoo-boo-be-do
Hey Papa Legba, No One Gonna Bother You
Hey Papa Legba, Hoo-boo-be-do
Shake Papa Legba, No One's Gonna Bother You Tonight, Alright

He Was Free To Dance Alone Where The Spirits Run
His Almond Eyes Would Twinkle On A Hundred Sons
His Champagne Toast And White Meat On A Spit
Papa Legba's Drunken With A Smile Upon His Lips