Breaux Bridge Rag - Clarence "Gatemouth" Brown

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 chauffeured 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