| She’s my red hot Louisiana mama
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| From a town called New Orleans
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| Golden hair and eyes of blue
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| My real live Dixie queen
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| My Louisiana mama from New Orleans
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| She lives down on the bayou
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| When she’s really wild as can be
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| My heart longs to be there
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| So that once again I can see
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| My Louisiana mama from New Orleans
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| I met her at the Mardi Gras
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| On a warm and bright sunny day
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| I had to leave her standing there
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| But I’m going back to stay So if you ever go down the south my friend
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| To see what you can find
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| Remember when you get there
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| She’s mine all mine all mine
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| My Louisiana mama from New Orleans
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| She lives down on the bayou
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| When she’s really wild as can be
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| My heart longs to be there
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| So that once again I can see
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| My Louisiana mama from New Orleans
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| I met her at the Mardi Gras
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| On a warm and bright sunny day
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| I had to leave her standing there
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| But I’m going back to stay
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| So if you ever go down the south my friend
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| To see what you can find
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| Remember when you get there
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| She’s mine all mine all mine
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| My Louisiana mama from New Orleans |