That was your mother
A long time ago, yeahBefore you was born, dudeWhen I was still singleAnd life was greatI held this job as a travelling salesmanThat kept me moving from state to state
Well, I'm standing at the corner of LafayetteState of LouisianaWondering where a city boy could goTo get a little conversationDrink a little red wineCatch a little bit of those Cajun girlsDancing to Zydeco
Along come a young girlShe's pretty as a prayerbookSweet as an apple on Christmas dayI said, good gracious, can this be my luckIf that's my prayerbookLord let us pray
Well, I'm standing at the corner of LafayetteState of LouisianaWondering what a city boy could doTo get her in a conversationDrink a little red wineDance to the music of Clifton ChenierThe King of the Bayou
Well, that was your motherAnd that was your fatherBefore you was born, dudeWhen life was greatYou are the burden of my generationI sure do love youBut let's get that straight
Well, I'm standing at the corner of LafayetteAcross the street from The PublicHeading down to the Lone Star CafeMaybe get a little conversationDrink a little red wineStanding in the shadow of Clifton ChenierDancing the night away