Lyr Req: Christmas on the Bayou (Lonnie Brooks)
Subject: Christmas on the bayou|
Date: 12 Sep 02 - 03:21 AM
Hi! Can anyone out there help me with the lyrics for "Christmas on the bayou" by Lonnie Brooks? We're doing a bluesy christmas-album back here in Bluestown Notodden in Norway, and we really wanna do this song, but we do need the lyrics so we don'nt end up on the website for misheard lyrics; www.kissthisguy.com (Check it out if you have'nt been there already!!!) I know it's early for x-mas, but could anyone dive deep in their christmas lyrics archive and look for me???
Subject: Cajun 12 Days of Christmas|
From: Desert Dancer
Date: 12 Sep 02 - 03:15 PM
This is undoubtedly not what you requested, and not even a song but a reference to a song, however, it seems worth filing in the "Christmas on the Bayou" file:
Day 1....Dear Emile, T'anks for de bird in de Pear tree. I fixed it last night wit' dirty rice an' it was delicious. I doan t'ink de Pear tree would grow in de swamp, so I swapped it for a Satsuma.
Day 2....Dear Emile, You' letter said you sent 2 turtle dove, but all I got was 2 scrawny pigeon. Anyway, I mixed dem wit' andouille and made some gumbo out of dem.
Day 3....Dear Emile, Why doan you sen' me some crawfish? I'm tired of eating dem darned bird. I gave two of dose prissy French chicken to Mrs. Fontenot over at Grand Chenier, and fed de t'ird one to my dog, Phideaux. Mrs. Fontenot needed some sparring partners for her fighting rooster.
Day 4....Dear Emile, Mon Dieux! I tole you no more of dem bird! Deez four, what you call "calling bird" wuz so noisy you could hear dem all de way to Napoleonville. I used dey necks for my crab traps, and fed de rest of dem to de gators.
Day 5....Dear Emile, You finally sent somet'ing useful. I liked dem golden rings, me. I hocked dem at de pawn shop in Sulphur and got enough money to fix de shaft on my shrimp boat, and to buy a round for de boys at de Raisin' Cane Lounge.
Day 6....Dear Emile, Cochon! Back to de birds, you coonass turkey! Poor egg sucking Phideaux is scared to deat' ah dem six goose. He try to eat dey eggs and dey pecked de heck outta his snout. They're good at eating cockroaches, though. I may stuff one ah dem dam goose wit' erster dressing to serve him on Christmas Day.
Day 7....Dear Emile, I'm gonna wring you' fool neck next time I see you. Ole Boudreaux, de mailman, is ready to kill you, too. De merde from all dem bird is stinkin up his mailboat. He afraid someone will slip on dat stuff and gonna sue him. I let dem seven swan loose to swim on de bayou and some stupid duck hunter from Mississippi done blasted dem out de water.
Day 8....Dear Emile, Poor ole Boudreaux had to make 3 trips on his mailboat to deliver dem 8 maids-a-milking & de cows. One of dem cows got spooked by de alligators and almost tipped over de boat. I doan like dem shiftless maids, me. I told dem to get to work gutting fish and sweeping my shack --but dey say it wasn't in dere contract. Dey probably t'ink dey too good to skin de nutrias I caught las' night.
Day 9....Dear Emile, What you trying to do? Boudreaux had to borrow de Cameron Ferry to carry dese jumping twits you call lords-a-leaping across de bayou. As soon as dey got here dey wanted a tea break and crumpets. I doan know what dat means but I says, "Well, la di da. You get Community coffee or nut'in." Mon Dieux, Emile, what I'm gonna feed all dese bozos? Dey too snooty for fried nutria, and de cows ate up all my turnip green.
Day 10....Dear Emile, You got to be out of you mind. If de mailman don't kill you, I will. Today he deliver 10 half nekkid floozies from Bourbon Street. Dey said dey be "ladies dancing" but dey doan act like ladies in front of dem Limey sailing boys. Dey almost left after one of dem got bit by a watermoccasin over by my out-house. I had to butcher 2 cows to feed toute le monde (everybody) and get toilet paper. The Sears catalog wasn't good enough for those hoity toity lords' royal behinds.
Day 11....Dear Emile, Where Y'at? Cheerio and pip pip. You' 11 Pipers Piping arrived today from de House of Blues, second lining as dey got off de boat. We fixed stuffed goose and beef jumbalaya, finished de whiskey, and we havin' a fais-do-do. De new mailman drank a bottle of Jack Daniel, and he's having a good ol' time dancing wit' de floozies. De old mailman done jump off de Moss Bluff Bridge yesterday, screamin' you' name. If you happen to get a mysterious-looking, ticking package in de mail, don't open it.
Day 12 ....Dear Emile, Me, I'm sorry to tell you--but I am not you' true love anymore. After de fais-do-do, I spent de night wit' Jacque, de head piper. We decide to open a restaurant and gentlemen's club on de bayou. De floozies -- pardon me--ladies dancing -- can make $20 for a table dance, and de lords can be de waiters and valet park de boats. Since de maids have no more cows to milk, I trained dem to set my crab traps, watch my trotlines, and run my shrimping business.
Joyeaux Noel-Merry Christmas
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Christmas on the bayou|
Date: 12 Sep 02 - 04:01 PM
I didn't find the lyrics. CD is available though.
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Christmas on the Bayou (Lonnie Brooks)|
Date: 08 Sep 12 - 03:30 PM
Lonnie Brooks does it on YouTube.