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(This is in G, this is a . . . walkin' slappin' daddy, slap it . . . 1, 2, . 1,2,3,4) |
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When you get to Louisiana |
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Would you tell her to hello for me |
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'Cause she sure can cook |
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And the bayou sets my poor heart free |
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Well they goin' down to Houston |
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Then they play in Louisiana, lordy oh |
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I wish I with'em, wish I lucky-ana |
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When you get to Louisiana |
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Would you tell her to hello for me |
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Well it's cloudin' up out yonder, |
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Looks like it's goin' to fry |
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And I bet you oh, my thunder know, |
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Just how I feel inside |
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And when you get to Louisiana |
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Would you tell her to hello for me |
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Yeah, fer miles to roll |
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There's honky-tonks as far as I can see |
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Miller time! |
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[Interlude] |
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(Yeah, Louisiana blues) |
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If yer goin' in the country |
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Please save your memories |
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I gotta stay here in the city now |
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I'm a lonesome as I can be |
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Well outside the wind a blowin' |
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And it's really gonna pull board |
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And I'm sittin' in the kitchen |
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While my teardrops hit the floor |
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When you get to Louisiana |
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Would you tell her to hello for me |
| [2nd Interlude] |
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(repeat refrain) |
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When you get to Louisiana |
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Would you tell her to hello for me |
