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Louisiana Man
Written by Doug Kershaw(Acuff & Rose)
At birth mom and papa called their little boy Ned
Raised him on the banks of a river bed
A houseboat tied to a big tall tree
A home for my papa and my mama and me
The clock strikes three and papa jumps to his feet
Already mama’s cooking papa something to eat
At half past papa he’s ready to go
He jumps in his pirogue headed down the bayou
Bridge: (1st)
He’s got fishing lines strung across the Louisiana rivers
Gotta catch a big fish for us to eat
He’s setting traps in the swamp catching anything he can
He’s gotta make a living, he’s a Louisiana Man
He’s gotta make a living, he’s a Louisiana Man
He’s got Muskrat hides hanging by the dozens
Even got a lady Mink, a Muskrat’s cousin
Got ‘em out drying in the hot, hot sun
Tomorrow papa’s gonna turn ‘em into mon(ey)
They call mama Rita and my daddy Jack
Little baby brother on the floor that’s Mack
Bren(da) and Lin(da) are the family twins
And big brother Ed’s on the bayou fishing
On the river floats papa’s great big boat
That’s how my papa goes into town
It takes every bit of a night and a day
To even reach a place where people stay
Bridge: (2nd)
I can hardly wait until tomorrow comes around
That’s the day my papa takes his furs to town
Papa promised me that I could go
He’d even let me see a cowboy show
I saw the cowboys and Indians for the first time then
I told my pop I’ve gotta go again
Papa said son we’ve got lines to run
We’ll come back again but first there’s work to be done
He’s got fishing lines strung across the Louisiana rivers
Gotta catch a big fish for us to eat
He’s setting traps in the swamp catching anything he can
He’s gotta make a living, he’s a Louisiana Man
He’s gotta make a living, he’s a Louisiana Man
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Diggy Diggy Lo (Previously Diggy Liggy Lo)
Diggy Diggy La and Diggy Lo fell in love at the Fais Do Do
The pop was cold and the coffee chaud (hot)
For Diggy Diggy La and Diggy Diggy Lo
Bridge:
Diggy Diggy La and Diggy Lo
Everyone knows he was her beau
No one else could ever show
So much love for Diggy Diggy Lo
That's the place they find romance
Where they do the Cajun dance
Steal a kiss with every chance
Show their love with every glance
Finally went and seen her paw
Now he's got himself a papa in law
Move out where the bayou flows
And now he's got himself a little Diggy Diggy Lo
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Toot Toot (Sidney Simien)
She was born in a birth suit
The doctor slapped her behind
He said you’re gonna be special
You’re gonna be fine
Don‘t mess with my toot toot
Don’t mess with my toot toot
You can have the other women
But don’t mess with my toot toot
You can look as much
But if you look and touch
You’re gonna have yourself a case
I’m gonne break your face
Don‘t mess with my toot toot
Don’t mess with my toot toot
You can have the other women
But don’t mess with my toot toot
Oh mama we’re the same way, too
All the fellows didn’t know her to
Papa never had a chance
With the sweet little toot toot
She was born in a birth suit
The doctor slapped her behind
He said you’re gonna be special
You’re gonna be fine
Don‘t mess with my toot toot
Don’t mess with my toot toot
You can have the other women
But don’t mess with my toot toot
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Jambaylaya (On the Bayou) (Hank Williams)
Good-bye Joe, me gotta go, me oh my oh
Me gotta go pole the pirogue down the bayou
My Yvonne, the sweetest one, me oh my oh
Son of a gun, we’ll have big fun on the bayou
(Chorus)
Jamalaya and a crawfish pie and fillet gumbo
Cause tonight I’m gonna see my ma cher amio
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-o
Son of a gun, we’ll have big fun on the bayou
Thibadaux, Fontainequx, the place is buzzin’
Kinfolk c ome to see Yvonne by the dozen
Dress in style and go hog wild, me oh my oh
Son of a gun, we’ll have big fun on the bayou
(Chorus)
Jamalaya and a crawfish pie and fillet gumbo
Cause tonight I’m gonna see my ma cher amio
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-o
Son of a gun, we’ll have big fun on the bayou
Settle down far from town, get me a pirogue
And I’ll cath all the fish in the bayou
Swap my mon to buy Yvonne what she need-o
Son of a gun, we’ll have big fun on the bayou
(Chorus)
Jamalaya and a crawfish pie and fillet gumbo
Cause tonight I’m gonna see my ma cher amio
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-o
Son of a gun, we’ll have big fun on the bayou
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Jole Blon
Jole Blonde is often referred to as the Cajun national athem due to widespread popularity and due to the historical nature of the song. The first recording of Jolie Blon "Ma Blonde Est Partie" (Jolie Blonde) was done in 1928 by Amadie Breaux with his sister Cleoma and his brother Ophy. The vinyl record is titled "Louisiana Cajun Music Vol. 5 - The Early Years 1928-1938". (Old-Timey Records 114)
Words in English and French
In French:
Jolie blonde, regardez donc quoi t'as fait,
Tu m'as quitte pour t'en aller,
Pour T'en aller avec un autre, oui, que moi,
Quel espoir et quel avenir, mais, moi, je vais avoir?
Jolie blonde, tu m'as laisse, moi tout seul,
Pour t'en aller chez ta famille.
Si t'aurais pas ecoute tos les conseils de les autres
tu serait ici-t-avec moi aujourd 'hui
Jolie blonde, tu croyais il y avait just toi,
Il y a pas just toi dans le pays pour moi aimer.
Je peux trouver just une autre jolie blonde,
Bon Dieu sait, moi, j'ai un tas.
In English
Pretty blonde, look at what you've done,
You left me to go away,
To go away with another, yes, than me,
What hope and what future am I going to have?
Pretty blonde, you've left me all alone
To go back to your family.
If you had not listened to all the advice of the others
You would be here with me today.
Pretty blonde, you thought there as just you,
There is not just you in the land to love me.
I can find another pretty blond,
Good God knows, I have a lot.
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Mansion in Spain
Written by Jimmy Payne & Dale Vest
Published by Jimmy Payne Music/Hitkit Music/BMI
She washes the dishes and puts them away carefully
In a tiny old kitchen that hardly can hold her and me
Two burners don’t work on the top of her second hand stove
The fridge kinda rattles and the paint on the cupboards is old
Tomorrow’s her birthday and I’ll give her trinkets again
For it seems that old paycheck goes out on the day it comes in
But she’ll smile and say honey that just what I wanted ‘thank you’
Lord, I wish I could buy her a Mansion in Spain with a view
Chorus
Or even a castle surrounded by vineyards and trees
With a marble veranda that’s looking out over the sea
When I think of the hard times this woman of mine has been through
Lord, I wish I could buy her a Mansion in Spain with a view
She never complains and she doesn’t ask much for herself
A collection of critters she keeps on the living room shelf
No earrings of gold and no diamond to light up her hand
She deserves copper kettles but settles for old pots and pans
Soon she’ll turn back the covers and turn on the wanting in me
And come to me softly and fill all my love fantasies
And she’ll tell me that I’m all she needs for her dreams to come true
Still, I wish I could buy her a Mansion in Spain with a view
Chorus
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Hey Mae
(Rusty & Doug Kershaw)
RUSTY & DOUG (HICKORY 45-1077, 1958)
Hey Mae, hey Mae
Won't you come on out, and let's play
Please say, okay
I say today is a good day
Hey Mae, today is a good day
Hey Mae, today is a good day to play
I asked the weather man
How does the weather stand
He said the sun is a-gonna shine
And I said, that'll be fine
Hey Mae, hey Mae
Won't you come on out, and let's play
Please say, okay
I say today is a good day
Hey Mae, today is a good day
Hey Mae, today is a good day to play
Hey Mae, hey Mae
Won't you come on out, and let's play
Please say, okay
I say today is a good day
Hey Mae, today is a good day
Hey Mae, today is a good day to play
We'll drink a soda pop
Go to the record hop
Where we can do the bop
Till we're about to flop
Hey Mae, hey Mae
Won't you come on out, and let's play
Please say, okay
I say today is a good day
Hey Mae, today is a good day
Hey Mae, today is a good
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