| Down in Louisiana, Louisiana — Land of Creole Sues
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| Patois, Mardi Gras and romantic blues
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| Once I hard a lover, when work was over strum a Creole croone
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| To his wherein lovey dovey underneath a Dixie Moon. |
| I heard her say
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| Chantez-les bas, that means in Creole — sing 'em low. |
| Yeah
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| Chantez-les bas. |
| She liked her blues played sweetly and slow, yeah
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| Chantez-les bas. |
| I can’t forget that serenade, and if you listen to me
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| Just a while, I’ll try to sing for you what they say: Oh in the mornin' baby
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| Jes' fore day, in the mornin'
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| Jes' fore day, in the mornin'
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| Jes' fore day, and New Orleans, hey, hey! |
| Oh in the mornin' baby
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| Jes' fore day, in the mornin'
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| Jes' fore day, in the mornin'
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| Jes' fore day, I’ll come to get you and take you away, far, far away |