♪♪ ♪♪ I remember past the forty-nine ♪♪ The shots were easy ♪♪ St. Michelle and old bosom and wine ♪♪ I recall that you were mine ♪♪ In those prison days ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪ Looking back at the forty days ♪♪ And those summer days spent outside corner cafes ♪♪ Ooh, I could write you poetry ♪♪ My old Louisiana ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ CHEERING AND APPLAUSE Thank you so much, beautiful audience, thank you. Greatest audience in the world, yeah? And the bass, Cass Lewis! The drums, Darren Mooney! See you again, yeah? Have a great night, thank you, goodnight.