i get a lot of questions from out of staters,you know,the usual stereotype stuff,so i thought i'd write this.
Da Cajun Way
I'm a swamper from down in da bayou
I got a jam and i wanna play it for you
It hot as lead comin' from my cold steel blue
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat hey i like it like that
Ya see i live in da Atchafalaya
Raised on sauce piquante and jambalaya
But ya know my favorite dish is
When ya boil up a sack of them big bad crawfish
I eat my boudin in the mornin' for breakfast
I wear a coon penis bone for a necklace
I pole a pirogue around i get real reckless
That muscadine wine makes me feel so helpless
Maw and paw they brought me up well
With a whole lot of heaven and a slice of hell
I'll give ya the shirt off my back for real
But if ya run me over i'll ring the gators dinner bell
Graduated high school got my diploma
But i didn't learn nuttin' that i wanna
They didn't teach me how to gut and cook the fauna
Politics and algebra put me in a coma
I got a houseboat tied to a cypress tree ya'll
I eat everything that don't eat me ya'll
I don't need a clock i don't watch tv
I like to pass a good time with mon cherie
Saturday night and ya know where we go
We cut a rug down at the fais do do
Use a little gris-gris use my bad mojo
Do the alligator to the fiddle and bow
I wake up in the mornin' and my head hurts
But i got to shake it off and get back to work
I got beaucoup lines to run and traps to set
I might take a little beak and cast me a fish net
I put my hip boots on and do a little marsh walkin'
There's a nasty varmit that i'm a gonna be stalkin'
I got my trusty .22 that girl never fails
I get me five bucks for every nutria tail
When i wanna cruise i take out my airboat
Load the honeys up and we all gonna get stoked
Show my podnuhs just how to float
The bully of the bayou don't mess with this goat
I keep a skinnin' blade here on my left hip
Got a catahoula cur here for my sidekick
We run the swamp we know every back slip
My daddy he taught me every low down slick trick
Swamp juice runnin' through my blood gives me power
Everybody knows i'm a full moon howler
I know a witchy woman makes a potion from a flower
Told me not to drink it till the thirteenth hour
I aint scared of no snakes or no gators
But i sure do hate those big hungry skeeters
I take the good with the bad that's my flavor
Every sunday mornin' i wanna hear about my savior
I don't waste time at no mardi gras
Though it looks real fun from what i saw
But i have me a time suckin' oysters raw
And bustin' out the meat of a big funky crab claw
Bayou belles floatin' like a butterfly
Kisses sting with lovin' that'll get ya high
They knock ya out lookin' in their dark eyes
Comin' on strong like a hurricane in disguise
Now i said what i had to say ya'll
Da way i work and da way i play ya'll
It's my life i love it everyday
I'm proud to live da cajun way
See ya boo!