Cajun Country

by

Hardy Parkerson

When you're down in Louisiana
On Interstate Highway Ten,
We want you to feel welcome,
So you'll want to come again.

Stop and have a shot of coffee,
When you get to Iowa;
And get the best of food and drink
At any town cafe.

There are crawfish bisque and boudin,
You can smell them in the air;
There are crawfish, shrimp and oysters,
Just waiting for you there.

We'll boil a pot of Cajun shrimp
Out on the open file;
you can eat them with your favorite drink,
Strong or soft, as you desire.

And the Cajuns there will greet you
And lighten up your load;
And help you pass a real good time,
As you pass through on the road.

You might meet Justin Wilson,
Hear his silly Cajun jokes;
Or you might meet Cajun Boudreaux,
Or some other Cajun folks.

You can hear the French accordian
Playin' JOLI BLONDE at nine,
When the Cajuns all kick off their shoes
And have a dancin' time.

For the Cajuns like a FAIS DO DO,
They like a BONNE SOIREE;
The Cajuns like to eat and drink
And pass some revelry.

And if Lady Di were here with us,
She'd eat some crawfish too;
We'd teach her how to crack the tails
Jus like the Cajuns do.

An alligator SAUCE PIQUANTE
We'll cook for you, my friend;
We want to make you happy,
As you pass on Interstate Ten.

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