| She kinda breezed into town from New Orleans
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| And said, «Boys, I’m Big John’s Cajun Queen
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| Now I didn’t come here to argue or waste anybody’s time
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| I just came to get my man from your dirty old mine
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| 'Cause he moves me»
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| «Now where you give up’s where old Queenie’s gonna start
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| 'Cause I got a powerful love in my heart
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| So just show me the hole way down in the ground
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| And tell the whole wide world Big John’s been found
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| And he’s livin'»
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| So down in the mine without a sign of a light
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| Old Queenie went a-lookin' for John that night
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| She found him there at the bottom of the pit
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| And placed a red hot kiss on those cold blue lips
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| He started breathin'
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| She waited a minute and then she kissed him again
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| And old John got the power of a hundred men
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| Up he come a-clawin' and a-diggin' like a mole
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| And said, «Come on Queenie, we’re gonna leave this hole»
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| They started walkin'
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| Now a roar from the crowd greeted this fine pair
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| As they both walked out in that cool night air
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| And up for silence went Big John’s hand
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| And the Queen said, «I told you I’d get my man
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| 'Cause he moves me»
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| You can find them today, they’re down in New Orleans
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| Big Bad John and his Cajun Queen
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| They’re a little bit wrinkled from the strain of time
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| But their love’s just as strong as that night in the mine
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| A hundred and ten grandchildren
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| Now the moral of this story
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| Has a real clear omen
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| Don’t you ever underestimate
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| The power of a woman |