Down around Louisville way lived a one shot queen, everybody called her Black Rose, she danced voodoo on the scene, they said she had snakes in her hips, nobody gave her no lip, Wicked Black Rose, she's a voodoo queen, she can make that guitar scream.
Black Rose rolling down the mighty Ohio, feet dropping in the Nati, stomp a mud hole in you, Wicked Black Rose, she's raising demons, hell is the only home she ever knew, keeps her licks true, watch her eyes shine,she can make that guitar scream.
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