Fm He would recount the stories he had learned so well A#7 Fm Fourteen years is a long time in one cell Fm When the pipe is passed the opium does its rounds A#7 Fm 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 | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsFm |