Dixie Land Rock
Dear Voodoolawyer:
I met a gal in the Quarter last night, she wore a clingin' dress that fit so tight, she couldn't sit down so we danced all night...
Yours, Claymore
Dear Clay, Good. You stay outta trouble that way.
You look out for Evil while you're down in the French Quarter...if you find some, call me right away, you'll need a voodoolawyer by your side.
Yours, Voodoolawyer.