The Panther Lyrics

The Panther (Gene Clark, Pat Robinson) Born on the Mississippi river by the middle hobo jungle A gypsy 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 ... runnin' from the hunter And a gypsy violin ... turns her into a dancer Into a dancer Drive downtown where her grandfather sits upon his porch swin g Plays a Cajun fiddle while he does the jig around a jug of whiskey Said "... don't take a ride with that silk shirt man ... He'll end up doin' you wrong ... Evangelene ..." Now he's a hunter ... and you should be a panther You gotta run through the moonlight ... down by the river, he can't catch her BRIDGE But the rain came on Sunday mornin' ... 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 ... there on the Mississippi Captain James don't you think I'm a little bit young now I could learn to wear a gambler's 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 He was a hunter ... and she became a panther In the pale moon, river bed ... he's never gonna catch her He's the hunter ... she's the panther Her father's from the only money ... and I'm gonna meet him down there This "House of the Rising Sun" ... I want to get away from here You're a panther ... I'm a hunter ...