| Well, it’s a straight line as the crow flies
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| To a heaven here on earth
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| And if you make time, it’s a cool drive
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| Head down to the coast
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| If your taste runs to the gumbo
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| Don’t know where to go?
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| Let me introduce you to the King of Zydeco
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| If your head leaks like a strainer
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| The sea comes to your door
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| A strange sound from the juke-joint
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| A mile just down the road
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| Believe it when you hear it
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| The sound of the rubbing board
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| Let me introduce you to the King of Zydeco
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| Yeahh.
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| Move it over
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| Open up that lane
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| Roll it over
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| Buddy, I’m insane
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| You won’t feel like a stranger
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| You’ve found a second home
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| You can get out of your tree there
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| When that music hits your soul
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| Bye-bye Big Brother
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| 'Cause I’m going away
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| I wanna listen to the man
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| They call Clifton Chenier
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| Feel like a statistic
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| Feeling shrink-wrapped too
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| It’s fun-time baby
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| You’ve been too long in school
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| Head down to the place
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| Near to Thibodaux
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| Let me introduce you to the King of Zydeco
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| Move that semi
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| Buddy, I’m insane
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| It’s now or never
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| I can’t touch the brakes
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| Well, it’s a stone’s throw from the Bayou
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| And I can see the sign
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| Shining like a beacon
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| Right on through the night
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| No more airs and graces
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| Gotta catch the show
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| Let me introduce you to the King of Zydeco |