.Hey, pretty mama, I can smell the gumbo
Sweet as taste of honeysuckle on my lips
Good god almighty, I can hear the trombone
Every heart oughta beat to a rhythm like this
Girl, you as pretty as a Sunday morning
Standing on the corner of Carondelet
What you say we make our way up.
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