| Night time often finds me
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| At B-Street and third
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| At a tavern, better known, as Eddie and Flo’s Golden Bird
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| Where an old gold-tooth lady, with a big bamboo fan
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| Plays piano
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| Sings with an old Cajun Band
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| Sing the blues, blues
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| Wear out your shoes, Mama Lou, Mama Lou
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| In the Bayou they named you, the hard-life has stained you
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| A good man won’t claim you, sing the blues, Mama Lou
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| The midnight hours
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| At the Old Golden Bird
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| Mama Lou sings the blues, like a prophet, who’s lived every word
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| Smothered in blue light, and lost in her rhyme
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| Mama Lou, Mama Lou
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| She’ll sing you the blues for a dime
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| Sing the blues, blues
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| Wear out your shoes, Mama Lou, Mama Lou
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| In the Bayou they named you, the hard-life has stained you
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| A good man won’t claim you, sing the blues, Mama Lou
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| Sing the blues, Mama Lou, Mama Lou
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| Sing the blues, Sing the blues, Mama Lou, Mama Lou
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| Sing the blues, Mama Lou, Mama Lou
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| Sing the blues, Sing the blues, Mama Lou, Mama Lou
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| Sing the blues, Mama Lou, Mama Lou
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| Sing the blues, Sing the blues, Mama Lou, Mama Lou |