Breaux Bridge Rag

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