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Words and Music by Randy Owen. . Chorus. Oh, play me some mountain music, like grandma and grandpa used to play. Then I'll float on down the river to a Cajun hideaway. . Drift away like Tom
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party and a song . Boy I love those old time tunes. They can tickle your senses like a Cajun moon. Creole food sure tastes fine. When you wash it on down with that homemade wine. Get out the fiddle
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a chance. Time to learn a Cajun dance. Kid you're gonna see the morning sun. On the Pascagoula run, Pascagoula run Friday night at the Stateline bar. Where the waterfront people dwell. I better
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a chance. Time to learn a Cajun dance. Kid you're gonna see the morning sun. On the Pascagoula run, Pascagoula run Friday night at the Stateline bar. Where the waterfront people dwell. I better
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cross the wild meridian. *** your bag and take a chance. Time to learn a cajun dance. Kid your gonna see the mornin' sun. On the Pascagoula run. . Friday night at the Stateline Bar. Where the
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Good sense, innocence, cripplin' and kind. Dead kings, many things I can't define. Oh Cajun spice, sweats and blushers your mind. Incense and peppermints, the color of thyme. Who cares what games
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on the bayou. Born on the bayou. Lord, Lord Wish I was back on the bayou. Rollin' with some Cajun Queen. Wishin' I were a fast freight train. Just a chooglin' on down to New Orleans Born on the
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river to the Cajun hideaway. Drift away like Tom Sawyer. Ride a raft with old Huck Finn. Take a nap like Rip Van Winkle. Lay streaming again. Oh play me some mountain music. Like Grandma and Grandpa
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bayou. Born on the bayou. . Wish I was back on the bayou rollin' with some Cajun Queen. Wishin' I were a freight train, oh, just a-chooglin' on down to New Orleans. . Born on the bayou. Born on the
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Mississippi Queen, If you know what I mean. Mississippi Queen, She taught me everything. Way down around Vicksburg, Around Louisiana way. Lived a cajun lady, Aboard the Mississippi Queen. You
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Good sense, innocence, cripplin' and kind. Dead kings, many things I can't define. Oh Cajun spice, sweats and blushers your mind. Incense and peppermints, the color of thyme. Who cares what games
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bayou. Born on the bayou. . Wish I was back on the bayou rollin' with some Cajun Queen. Wishin' I were a freight train, oh, just a-chooglin' on down to New Orleans. . Born on the bayou. Born on the
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gumbo. That creole child will serve. Sit on the verandah. Happy in a dixie world Maybe on Sunday. Head for Baton Rouge. Dancing with the cajun. Twist away my blues. Then a drop of rain. A trickle
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Daddy was a Cajun, raised on Southern land. And so my kinfolks tell me, was a street-fightin' man. Well, they rushed him down to see the doctor. "Hey doctor, won't you check his head?". The only
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the early mornin', smokin' dried cross vine Take me back down where the Red River rolls. Send me back to Lou'sianne. Take me back down where the white water flows. To the Cajun promised land Give me
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Song Adalida(Album Version) - George Strait. Adalida, pretty little cajun queen. Sweet dixie flower, the belle of the bayou. You're every young man's dream. Adalida, I'd walk through a hurricane
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Bài hát Poison Whiskey- Lynyrd Skynyrd. Daddy was a Cajun, raised on Southern land . And so my kinfolks tell me, was a street-fightin' man. . Well, they rushed him down to see the doctor . "Hey
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done. She got a place to go. . I walked alone down the miracle mile. I met my baby by the shine of the martyr. She stole my heart with her Cajun smile. Singing voulez voulez voulez us. She loved
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Daddy was a Cajun, raised on Southern land. And so my kinfolks tell me, was a street-fightin' man. Well, they rushed him down to see the doctor. "Hey doctor, won't you check his head?". The only
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, I'm gone, gone, gone. And she was gone. . Me and leigh met summer of 95. In a burgundy dress lookin finer than a french wine. A cajun queen with another side. She was a schoolboys dream, I was out
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Hoddy Holly was a cajun in the town that I was raised in. She was something most amazin' to my inexperienced eyes. But the fact was clearly stated she and Big Dupree was mated. And a dreadful fate
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. . Now I got him pass that redhead in Atlanta. Lord, I walked all over that black eyed Cajun Queen. But outside Amarillo, he found his thrill I tell you. Oh, I lost him to a jukebox and a pinball
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new Orleans,. The greatest place you ever been,. Head on down to the river bend,. Dig the music of the Cajun bands,. Honky-tonk piano,. Make you feel good,. Open your ears,. To rhythm 'n' blues