On a three day run up New York City I met a local girl, she was long and pretty
A little slice of heaven to a boy from Louisiana
Said I like your looks till you open your mouth
But I can tell by your talk you're from way down south
And I ain't ready to wrestle with a gator man
I said wait a minute baby I ain't that bad
Don't you go knockin' what you never had
If it's a Yankee boy that you're looking for
Well I'm way up north around Shreveport
I got a second cousin up in Baton Rouge
He thinks my blood runs Yankee blue
And I can't understand half of what he says
The Creole's somethin' that I don't speak
I only eat the mud bugs twice a week
You must be thinkin' New Orleans or maybe Lafayette
Wait a minute baby I ain't that bad
Don't you go knockin' what you never had
If it's a Yankee boy that you're looking for
Well I'm way up north around Shreveport
Girl I'd like to take you home to meet my clan
She said all your daddy might be the hoodoo man
What about the spiders, what about the snakes
What about the sound that the bayou makes
Wait a minute baby I ain't that bad
Don't you go knockin' what you never had
If it's a Yankee boy that you're looking for
Well I'm way up north around Shreveport
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