(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
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 ...