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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DIXIE DRUG STORE
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| Grant Lee Buffalo |
