BREAUX BRIDGE RAG

Music and lyrics by David Craig (BMI)

 

Off of the shrimp boat, boy what a day,

Venice just ain’t no place to play.

I guess I’m headed up Breaux Bridge way, 

to see my brown Angelina.

 

I took her out to the Cajun Inn, 

to see Jolet, my very best friend.

And we got drunk and broke up the bar,

for my brown Angelina.

 

Mama, mama ... won’t you go my bail?

Sittin’ on my cold, dead ass

on the floor of the Breaux Bridge jail.

 

Mama, mama ... won’t you go my bail?

Sittin’ on my cold, dead ass

on the floor of the Breaux Bridge jail.

 

The sheriff, he came in ... mean as a bear,

and gave me that empty, dead man’s stare.

He grabbed Jolet and me by the hair,

and broke up our little party.

 

He chauffered us in his po-lice car,

with the lights a flashin’ like a blood red star.

And he left us sittin' here where we are,

to take home brown Angelina.

 

Mama, mama ... won’t you go my bail?

Sittin’ on my cold, dead ass

on the floor of the Breaux Bridge jail.

 

Mama, mama ... won’t you go my bail?

Sittin’ on my cold, dead ass

on the floor of the Breaux Bridge jail.

 

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