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A first draft for fellow MJers of a piece by Mick Reeves and myself. Cajun style.
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BAYOU BOOGIE
Way down south in the bayou swamp
Where the alligators lurk
You can boldly go where no man has gone
But don't be lookin' for Captain Kirk
There's a creole fiddle playin' hey-diddle-diddle
By the light of the hunter's moon
You can take your ol' tin sandwich out
But you better hope you carry a tune
And every snake that's able to shake
Is hanging out in the live oak trees
Better watch that gal with the big brown eyes
Or she'll grab you before you can sneeze
Saying "dance avec moi" (Bayou)
"Ooh, la la la" (Boogie)
It's a Saturday night and the boys are out
Lookin' out for a good ol' time
Crawfish and gumbo, homemade moonshine
There's a crazy beat that's a-movin' your feet
And she's movin' to the groove
I tell you, mister, if she's someone's sister
Better not have nothin' to prove
You can have your fun 'til the risin' sun
Comes a-creepin' through the glades
If she wants to keep you dancin'
Someone better draw the shades
Singin' "dance avec moi" (Bayou)
"Ooh, la la la" (Boogie)
Well, her name's Joeline and she's just sixteen
And she sure looks good in white
A way of shakin' to the tunes they're makin'
I'm sure ain't leg'lly right
Says she gets real lonely on account of there's only
Her 'n' her grandma home
So I'm just drinkin' but she's got me thinkin'
Where's she comin' from
I said "I'll walk you home but we better not roam
On account of it's wild out there"
But she's just grinnin' and she keeps on spinnin'
And she's she's tellin' me she just don't care
She says "dance avec moi" (Bayou)
"Ooh, la la la" (Boogie)
MUSIC: MICK REEVES/RICHARD H. JONES
LYRICS: RICHARD H. JONES
Way down south in the bayou swamp
Where the alligators lurk
You can boldly go where no man has gone
But don't be lookin' for Captain Kirk
There's a creole fiddle playin' hey-diddle-diddle
By the light of the hunter's moon
You can take your ol' tin sandwich out
But you better hope you carry a tune
And every snake that's able to shake
Is hanging out in the live oak trees
Better watch that gal with the big brown eyes
Or she'll grab you before you can sneeze
Saying "dance avec moi" (Bayou)
"Ooh, la la la" (Boogie)
It's a Saturday night and the boys are out
Lookin' out for a good ol' time
Crawfish and gumbo, homemade moonshine
There's a crazy beat that's a-movin' your feet
And she's movin' to the groove
I tell you, mister, if she's someone's sister
Better not have nothin' to prove
You can have your fun 'til the risin' sun
Comes a-creepin' through the glades
If she wants to keep you dancin'
Someone better draw the shades
Singin' "dance avec moi" (Bayou)
"Ooh, la la la" (Boogie)
Well, her name's Joeline and she's just sixteen
And she sure looks good in white
A way of shakin' to the tunes they're makin'
I'm sure ain't leg'lly right
Says she gets real lonely on account of there's only
Her 'n' her grandma home
So I'm just drinkin' but she's got me thinkin'
Where's she comin' from
I said "I'll walk you home but we better not roam
On account of it's wild out there"
But she's just grinnin' and she keeps on spinnin'
And she's she's tellin' me she just don't care
She says "dance avec moi" (Bayou)
"Ooh, la la la" (Boogie)
MUSIC: MICK REEVES/RICHARD H. JONES
LYRICS: RICHARD H. JONES
Feter
WOW ... this is absolutly rockin one my friend ..
loved this mean movin bass ..good brass and the harp
bit here and there in the back ..great great one
my friend ... thnx for sharin !!!