| South to Louisiana to the town of Thibodeaux
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| South to Louisiana to the town of Thibodeaux
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| Joe Boudreaux left Breaux Bridge, in the spring of forty-four
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| With Jean-Pierre his partner and his cousin Robicheaux
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| They crossed the Atchafalaya as they paddled their pirogue
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| Through the swamps and the bayous to the town of Thibodeaux.
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| They paddled through the marshlands and the swamps of Louisiane
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| With the handles of the hand-made oars making blisters in their hands
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| But they had to get to Thibodeaux so they went on through the swamps
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| ‘Cause tonight they were taking their Cajun girls to a crawfish sauce.
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| The bayous are flowin'
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| The crawfish keep a growin'
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| South to Louisiana to the town of Thibodeaux
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| South to Louisiana to the town of Thibodeaux
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| Then Joe fell in love with a girl they call Maureen
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| She came down from Opelousas to be crowned the Crawfish Queen
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| They danced and sang at Abbeville and did the same Jeanneret
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| Got married in the springtime and settled down in Lafayette
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| Then Joe turned to Pierre with a crawfish in his hand
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| He said, «Pierre, you’re lookin' at mighty hungry man
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| I’ll take the crawfish by the neck and tear his tail like this
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| Then pass him on to little Maureen
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| Let her make a crawfish bisque»
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| Where the bayous are winding
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| The crawfish, they’re finding
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| South to Louisiana to the town of Thibodeaux
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| South to Louisiana to the town of Thibodeaux |