| Gumbo John was a swamper
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| He had a small cafe
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| A little ol' shack just outside of Baton Rouge
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| Everybody around said you had it made
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| If you were looking for the right kind of food
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| You just kick back and let the evening come
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| Out on the back porch at Gumbo John’s
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| Me and the boys in the band were needing a break
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| We were covered with road dust and the homesick blues
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| So we decided to stop and spend a few days
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| Peel a few crawdads… check out the brew
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| Southern culture on the skids but it sure is fun
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| Out on the back porch at Gumbo John’s
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| He had an alligator named Clyde out back in a little stream
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| He said, boys he’s a friend of mine but he’s still real mean
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| He said you know I used to play the guitar myself
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| He held up his hand and just had two fingers left
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| It was feeding time one evening he’d had a few beers
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| Guess he got just a little too close… 'cause one chomp
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| And ol' Clyde he ended his musical career
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| But he could still rear back and sing that Jolie blonde
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| Out on the back porch at Gumbo John’s
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| You just kick back and let the evening come
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| Out on the back porch at Gumbo John’s, Gumbo John’s |