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Well, on a three -day
run up New York City
I met a local girl, she was long and pretty
A little slice of heaven to a boy
from Louisiana
Said, I like your looks till
you open your mouth
But I can tell by your talk
you're from way down south
And I ain't ready to
wrestle with a gator man
I said, wait a minute, baby,
I ain't that bad
Don't you go knockin'
what you never had
If it's a Yankee boy that
you're lookin' for
Well, I'm from way up north
around Shreveport
I got a second cousin up in Baton Rouge
He thinks my blood runs yankin' blue
An d I can't understand
half of what he says
The Creole's somethin' that I don't speak
I only eat the mud bugs twice a week
You must be thinkin' New Orleans
or maybe Lafayette
Wait a minute baby, I ain't that bad
Don't you go knockin'
what you never had
It's a Yankee ball that
you're looking for
Well, I'm on my way up north
around Shreveport
Girl, I'd like to take you home
to meet my clan
She said, oh,
your daddy might be the hoodoo man
What about the spiders?
What about the snakes?
What about the sound that
the bayou makes?
Oh, wait a minute, baby, I ain't that bad
Don't you go likin'
what you never had
If it's a Yankee boy that
you're lookin' for
Well, I'm way up north around Shreveport
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