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Ooh jambalaya |
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Ooh jambalaya |
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It was muggy july around supper time |
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When i pulled into new orleans |
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I got dropped off at south rampart street |
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I was hungry for a plate of greens |
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I made my way down the banquette |
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Where i could see an open door |
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And overhead a sign made of painted pine read |
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The dixie drug store |
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Peppers and roots were hanging |
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From the rafters above |
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There were oils and sprays all on display |
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For money luck and for love |
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I reached down to pick one up |
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When a dark hand grabbed my arm |
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And before i could see just who it was |
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She said you don't want that charm |
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Ooh jambalaya |
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The last man to walk that thing out of here |
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Just up and disappeared |
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Found his wallet and his wingtip shoes |
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Near a tombstone down in algiers |
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What you need my travelling friend |
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Is a place to wash your jeans |
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And i wouldn't be the least surprised |
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If you were hungry for a plate of greens |
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She beckoned me on up the stairs |
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For she'd done made up her mind |
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Said take off your hat and kick off your boots |
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And leave your pride behind |
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Ooh jambalaya |
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She took me down to a secret place |
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In the bayou of her blankets |
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She offered to share her bourbon |
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I thanked her then i drank it |
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Thru a small crack in the ceiling |
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Burst the louisiana moon |
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It shone down on our bodies |
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And we began to croon |
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Like a couple of coyotes |
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We were howling thru the night |
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And i swear they were a beatin' those |
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Congo drums outside |
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Ooh jambalaya |
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We laughed until the mornin' |
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By then my pants had dried |
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I picked up my hat and pulled on my boots |
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And i gathered up my pride |
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I figured she had done stepped out |
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I didn't see her anywhere |
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And i set out to find her |
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I headed on downstairs |
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Got down to the bottom |
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I couldn't believe my eyes |
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Gone were all the bottles |
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And the remedy supplies |
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Ooh jambalaya |
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I shouted out for marie |
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I darted out the door |
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An old man on the wooden porch said |
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What you in there for |
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Son you got no business |
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The hoodoo store's been closed |
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Long as i remember |
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A century i suppose |
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But mister i just spent the night |
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With a young gal named laveau |
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He said the widow paris |
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Done had a little laugh on you |
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I said you mean to tell me |
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That was the voodooin' |
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He nodded yes none other |
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The queen of new orleans |
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Ooh jambalaya [scraps of phrases - till the end] |
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Ooh jambalaya |
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Ooh jambalaya |
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Ooh jambalaya |
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Ooh jambalaya |
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Ooh jambalaya |