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La Louisianne

By: Laura Alford

You taste like rye whiskey
With a dash of absinthe
You talk like a couyon,
Never making no sense
You look like a muddy boot,
Tracking in dirt
Trying to leave
Makes my heart hurt.

Acadiana’s got swamp gators,
Rice, oil, and fur
Big pots of gumbo
And etouffee to stir
North of I-10,
It’s all roughly the same
Pine trees and cotton fields,
And some sugar cane

Oh, girl,
You taste like rye whiskey
With a dash of absinthe
You talk like a couyon,
Never making no sense
You look like a muddy boot,
Tracking in dirt
Trying to leave
Makes my heart hurt.

The mighty Mississippi,
Slow her roll in BR
Huey built dat bridge low,
Da barge don’t get too far
Paddleboats cruise
By Moon’s Riverwalk
If only the ghosts
At Commander’s would talk

Oh, man,
You taste like rye whiskey
With a dash of absinthe
You talk like a couyon,
Never making no sense
You look like a muddy boot,
Tracking in dirt
Trying to leave
Makes my heart hurt.

Oh, La Louisianne,
You taste like rye whiskey
With a dash of absinthe
You talk like a couyon,
Never making no sense
You look like a muddy boot,
Tracking in dirt
Leaving you
Makes my heart hurt.

Oh, oh, la Louisianne,
La, la, oh, Louisianne
Oui, oui, c’est ma Louisianne

You taste like rye whiskey
With a dash of absinthe
You talk like a couyon,
Never making no sense
You look like a muddy boot,
Tracking in dirt
Leaving you
Makes my heart hurt.

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