| Growin' up on the bayou can drive you outta your mind
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| Marie was a youngin' when she left the Black Water behind
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| It all happened one night
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| In the back of Jimmy’s car
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| Jimmy said 'Marie, your so pretty, well you oughta be a movie star.'
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| So she packed up her backwood streams
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| Stole her mama’s Mabeline
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| And took the train to New Orleans
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| And swore she was never gonna go
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| Back to the Black Water Bayou
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| Mama said, 'Child, don’t go back on your raisin
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| 'There ain’t no place in the city for a pretty little backstreet cagian'
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| 'The long hard nights, will leave you cold.'
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| 'And there’s a devil 'round every corner tryin' to buy your soul.'
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| And with no where to go, and nothin' to eat
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| She got a job dancin' down on Urban Street
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| But the shoes she’s wearin' on her feet
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| Don’t dance like they danced with Jimmy Lavoe
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| Back on the Black Water Bayou
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| In the heat of the night
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| It was the very last show
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| She walked onto the stage with her heart and her head hung low
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| She started to cry (cry)
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| As the curtain rolled
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| She found herself lookin' in the Black Water eyes of Jimmy Lavoe
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| Well he picked up her shattered dreams
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| On that stage in New Orleans
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| Said, 'Marie, don’t you think it’s time to go'
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| 'Back to the Black Water Bayou?' |