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Where those bayou's wind |
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And them gators swim |
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Sometime late last night |
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When the moon was dim |
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Someone left this life |
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Much against his will |
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And while Gyp the Cat was alibi-in' |
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You know his clothes were dryin' |
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Down on Bourbon Street |
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Where the tourists roam |
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Some big financier |
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Travelin' far from home |
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Lost his fancy watch |
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And his wallet too |
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But while to his story |
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Gyp was stickin' |
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His new watch kept tickin' |
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There's a blown out safe |
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Down in City Hall |
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Standin' open wide |
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Up against the wall |
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And though Gyp the Cat |
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Has got a lot of dough |
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Is the money his? |
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Or plot or blunder? |
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Gyp says "go and wonder" |
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There's a fishing fleet |
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Anchored in the bay |
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Everybody knows |
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Shrimps and oysters pay |
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But when Gyp the Cat |
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Was refused his share |
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Somehow nets got cut |
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And the take was way off |
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Til Gyp got his payoff |
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The legend goes |
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That they buried him |
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But nobody knows |
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That he had a twin |
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And at the services |
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Everybody cried |
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'septin' one peculiar smilin' mourner |
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Pickin' pockets off in a corner |
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While they set his brother in the ground |
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Get the feeling Gyp is still around |
