| Ooh Jambalaya
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| Ooh Jambalaya
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| It was muggy July around supper time
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| When I pulled into New Orleans
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| I got dropped off at South Rampart Street
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| I was hungry for a plate of greens
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| I made my way down the banquette
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| Where I could see an open door
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| And overhead a sign made of painted pine read
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| The Dixie Drug Store
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| Peppers and roots were hanging
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| From the rafters above
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| There were oils and sprays all on display
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| For money luck and for love
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| I reached down to pick one up
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| When a dark hand grabbed my arm
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| And before I could see just who it was
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| She said you don’t want that charm
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| Ooh Jambalaya
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| The last man to walk that thing out of here
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| Just up and disappeared
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| Found his wallet and his wingtip shoes
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| Near a tombstone down in Algiers
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| What you need my travelling friend
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| Is a place to wash your jeans
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| And I wouldn’t be the least surprised
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| If you were hungry for a plate of greens
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| She beckoned me on up the stairs
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| For she’d done made up her mind
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| Said take off your hat and kick off your boots
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| And leave your pride behind
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| Ooh Jambalaya
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| She took me down to a secret place
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| In the bayou of her blankets
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| She offered to share her bourbon
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| I thanked her then I drank it
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| Thru a small crack in the ceiling
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| Burst the Louisiana moon
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| It shone down on our bodies
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| And we began to croon
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| Like a couple of coyotes
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| We were howling thru the night
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| And I swear they were a beatin' those
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| Congo drums outside
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| Ooh Jambalaya
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| We laughed until the mornin'
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| By then my pants had dried
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| I picked up my hat and pulled on my boots
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| And I gathered up my pride
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| I figured she had done stepped out
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| I didn’t see her anywhere
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| And I set out to find her
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| I headed on downstairs
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| Got down to the bottom
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| I couldn’t believe my eyes
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| Gone were all the bottles
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| And the remedy supplies
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| Ooh Jambalaya
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| I shouted out for Marie
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| I darted out the door
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| An old man on the wooden porch said
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| What you in there for
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| Son you got no business
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| The hoodoo store’s been closed
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| Long as I remember
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| A century I suppose
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| But Mister I just spent the night
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| With a young gal named Laveau
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| He said the Widow Paris
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| Done had a little laugh on you
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| I said you mean to tell me
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| That was the voodooin'
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| He nodded yes none other
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| The Queen of New Orleans
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| Ooh Jambalaya (Scraps of phrases — Till the end)
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| Ooh Jambalaya
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| Ooh Jambalaya
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| Ooh Jambalaya
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| Ooh Jambalaya
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| Ooh Jambalaya |