You got yer Huckleberry Finn, you got yer crocodile smile,
Gotcher red beans and rice on yer green radio dial
You got old Luke the Drifter, like a voice from beyond
In a scene I recreate
Back in that room on a long afternoon
And a kid of 6 or 8,
I acquired a taste for that deep Southern sound
While them sad old steels whined
And my mind rolls on like Big Muddy
Back to that slow-moving time
Well, I never got down to Looziann' till I was 29
When I fell in love with a Creole girl, she stole this soul of mine
With her deep brown eyes and her beautiful breasts
And her lips like rare French wine
And we drank our fill of the warm night air
While the Cajun fiddles whined
And watched the sun rise over Big Muddy
Once upon a wonderful time
No engineer can take me there - it's lost like a beautiful dream
But someday I'll be gone, following a song,
Pretty Mama, won't you come along with me?
For if you close yer eyes you can't help but harmonize -
It's as easy as laughter and tears
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