Clarence "Gatemouth" Brown - Breaux Bridge Rag lyrics

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 a** on the floor of the Breaux Bridge jail Mama, mama ... won't you go my bail? Sittin' on my cold, dead a** 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 a** on the floor of the Breaux Bridge jail Mama, mama ... won't you go my bail? Sittin' on my cold, dead a** on the floor of the Breaux Bridge jail