Words & Music © 2008 Jeremy Greenhouse
The long Midwest winters make you wish you could suddenly wake up in New Orleans, crayfish gumbo on the stove, Zydeco wafting through the streets. We can dream, can’t we?!
It was the last set down at the Lucky in Love
We was the hometown band at the honkytonk club
Everybody come from miles around
To hear the Minnesota boys with the Cajun sound
Nothing so fine as a full dance floor and just when I think I couldn’t ask for more
I get a nudge-nudge, a wink and a grin,
Saying “Check it out, Jem, what just walked in”
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Oh my my my look at that girl
Popping my eyes, shaking my world
Wasting all the wannabe Zydeco queens
Dancing to the music of the Sweet Colleens
Oh my my she’s making every head turn
A little hillbilly, little Audrey Hepburn
I got my fingers crossed she’s gonna give me a whirl
Oh my my my, look at that girl
So we hit the tunes and I took my chance
I sidled up and said “How about a dance?”
She sipped her drink, I snapped a smile
She said, “City boys are not my style”
“I’m the Grand Old Opry, you’re the Grateful Dead”
“I’m a Tennessee woman, you’re a cheesehead”
“I’m Republican, Aristocrat”
“You got a no-good band full of Democrats”
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BRIDGE
Come on, Come on, Come on my little darlin’
(No, no, no, I won’t go)
Come on, Come on, Come on my little darlin’,
We gonna play a little Zydeco
Come on, Come on, Come on my little darlin’
(No, no, no… well, maybe)
Come on, Come on, Come on my little darlin’,
Get on the floor and dance with me
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