Jambalaya, by way of Leonard Cohen and Hank Williams

Well I hear there was a hot rod Ford

Hank Williams drove, with running boards

But you don't do too much hot roddin’ do ya?

It runs like this

In fourth, in fifth, that manifold, that lifter lift

The ballad king a-croonin’ Jambalaya

Jambalaya, Jambalaya, Jambalaya, crawfish pie – ie – a

Well she tossed your datebook over the fence

Smacked away your five-ten cents

She poled your pirogue gently down her bayou

She sure cooked somethin’ up with yar

She broke your strum and spilled your jar

And on your lips she threw the Jambalaya

Jambalaya, Jambalaya, Jambalaya, crawfish pie – ie – a

My hair’s still curly, my eyes still blue

Your cheatin’ heart will tell on you

You’ll walk the floor like me, ma chère amie-a

You don’t love me like you used to do

But love lost’s not like a worn out shoe

It's a cold, and it's a soggy Jambalaya

Jambalaya, Jambalaya, Jambalaya, crawfish pie – ie – a

A vision of the past just stealed

And then I got that old time feel

Can’t help it if I’m still in love with you, yeah

But remember when a two-buck bill

Got both of us up o’er the hill

And son’f a gun we had fun, Jambalaya

Jambalaya, Jambalaya, Jambalaya, crawfish pie – ie – a

So no matter how I hustle and jive

I’ll never get outta this world alive

Don’t know if I was born or I was hatched, yeah

But that aint no cry you hear at night

It aint someone what’s saw the light

It's a cold, and it's a soggy Jambalaya

Jambalaya, Jambalaya, Jambalaya…crawfish pie-a

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Jambalaya, Jambalaya, Jambalaya…crawfish pie-ie-a

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