Piano Man from Louisiana

Momma, poppa told me, said, son you gotta go You gotta get out on your own you know Move down the bayou and get a stretch of land Raise a little baby boy to be a big, big man Told momma poppa I all ready to go Packed my clothes and the old pay roll Moved down the bayou just around the bend Found my stretch of land and I began Built me a shack about a forty foot long Found me a wife and a home sweet home Up on the bayou at the break of dawn Catch a little-bitty fish and I cook a couvignon Bought me a piano and I learned how to play Played me the music the Cajun way Don't know the music I don't know the note Just know the way that the Cajun music go Played my music by the old bayou And a big motor boat just a by me go Man at the wheel turned him around And he done heard that Cajun sound This Texas-type man up to me a-walked Said son I'd like to have a little talk Buy you a mansion and a big limousine Give you plenty of spending green We got in his boat and away we go He took me to town to the tee-vee show Played my piano the Cajun way While the people gathered round just to hear me play Got a little boy to be a big, big man Got my wife and got my land Playing my piano everyday Playing my piano the Cajun way Cause my momma poppa told me son you gotta go Gotta get out on your own you know Move down the bayou and get a stretch of land Raise a little baby boy to be a big, big man Little baby boy to be a big, big man Raise a little baby boy to be a big, big man