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Bound for Loosiana
I jump on my saddle, fire my motor, and I’m on the road Feel the free wind blowin’ and I know where I wanna go I’m headed to the Gulf of Mexico, to the land of shrimp gumbo Yeah, I’m on the road, ‘cause you know I’m Loosiana bound
I really dig it out in California, I mean Hollywood is quite the scene But those West Coast girls with their diamonds and pearls are no match for those bayou queens. Yeah, you know I just gotta fly To the land of jambaly- ‘Cause I’m on the road, don’t’cha know I’m Loosiana bound
They play thos cowboy blues out in Austin Yeah Nashville’s gettin’ hip, it seems but if you like gettin’ down to that funky sound take it down to New Orleans Yeah, you can find that Big Easy beat It’s comin’ right there off of the street Yeah, I’m on the road, don’tcha know I’m Loosiana bound.
I dig the grit of New York City Those Soho joints are kinda wild but I got happy feet, I like dancin’ in the street to that hot-steppin’ Creole style Yeah, you know I just gotta go to the land of zydeco Well, I’m on the road, don’t’cha know I’m Loosiana bound Yeah, I’m on the road road, don’tcha know I’m Loosiana bound
Set It on Fya
See Johnny Geaux, he’s trompin’ through the swampland He’s got silver hip boots and a gun in his hand See the rabbits runnin’, they know what he’s come for Johnny’s gonna catch ‘em, gonna put ‘em in the pan And rabbits say: “Set it on fya!” Rabbits say: “Set it on fya.” Set it, set it on fya Set it, set it on fya
See Miss Loretta out on the dance floor rockin’ and a rollin’ with her boyfriend Joe Loretta say, “Joe, I’m gonna do the alligator I’m gonna be smokin’ when I hit the floor.” And Joe say: “Set it on fya!” Joe say: “Set it on fya” Set it, set it on fya Set it, set it on fya
Momma told Papa, “I’m gonna cook a jambalaya I’ll make it so good, you’ll eat it out the pan I’m gonna put some shrimp, some oysters from the bayou A pound of hot peppers and a pound of cayenne.” And Papa say: “Set it on fya!” Papa say: “Set it on fya!” Set it, set it on fya Set it, set it on fya
Louisiana Summertime
Laid back, Louisiana summers sugarcane growin’ so green and so high Me and my lady, find a place that’s shady makin’ love sweeter than sugarcane pie In the summer, the Louisiana summertime
My dog King, he’s got fleas he ain’t too pretty but he do what he please Roamin’ the bayou, chasin’ down raccoons this bayou life could make a hound dog swoon, ooh yeah, In the summer, the Louisiana summertime
Chorus A lot of people are searchin’ for that rainbow dreamin’ of that rainbow’s end But let me tell you, brother, I’ve found my rainbow at a place where the bayou makes a long, wide bend
My Uncle Huey, he’s gettin’ old but in his day he sure could rock-n-roll, yeah, Gamblin’ at bourree’, closin’ down those saloons comin’ home drunk singin’ Uncle Huey tunes In the summer, the Louisiana summertime
Catch some crawfish, make crawfish stew gather in the backyard and drink that Dixie brew Under the oak trees, playin’ our guitars bayou boys tryin’ to be rock-n-roll stars In the summer, the Louisiana summertime Repeat chorus and fade…
Throw Me Somethin’, Mistah!
Well, I was standin’ on the corner of St. Charles Street (I was standin’ on the corner of St. Charles Street) Just rockin’ to the rhythm of the Mardi Gras beat (Just rockin’ to the rhythm of the Mardi Gras beat) My baby stood beside me, she said, “The parade is comin’ soon, if you want good lovin’, Daddy, catch a Mardi Gras doubloon” So I screamed “Throw me somethin’, Mistah, throw me somethin’, Mistah, Throw me somethin’ Mistah, throw me somethin’ real good A doubloon for my girl, a pretty string of pearls Throw me somethin’, Mistah, throw me somethin’ if you could.”
I was boppin’ to the music when the floats came marchin’ by Forty masked riders throwin’ trinkets in the sky My baby stood beside me, she said, “Tell you what I need If you want good lovin’, Daddy, catch a pretty string of beads” Said I said: “Throw me somethin’, Mistah, throw me somethin’, Mistah, Throw me somethin’ Mistah, throw me somethin’ real good A doubloon for my girl, a pretty string of pearls Throw me somethin’, Mistah, throw me somethin’ if you could.”
The Parade King told my baby, said, “Girl, you cannot take a chance if you wanna catch the good stuff do a Mardi Gras dance She did a hootchie-coo and then she jumped up off the ground The Parade King caught her and he still ain’t put her down So I screamed: “Throw me somethin’, Mistah, throw me somethin’, Mistah, Throw me somethin’ Mistah, throw me somethin’ real good A doubloon for my girl, a pretty string of pearls Throw me somethin’, Mistah, throw me somethin’ if you could.”
(Fade out) “Throw me somethin’, Mistah, throw me somethin’, Mistah, Throw me somethin’ Mistah, throw me somethin’ real good A doubloon for my girl, a pretty string of pearls Throw me somethin’, Mistah, throw me somethin’ if you could.”
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