Teksty: Rory Gallagher. Fresh Evidence. King Of Zydeco (to: Clifton Chenier).

Well, it's a straight line as the crow flies
To a heaven here on earth
And if you make time, it's a cool drive
Head down to the coast

If your taste runs to the gumbo
Don't know where to go
Let me introduce you
To the King of Zydeco

If your head leaks like a trainer
The sea comes to your door
A strange sound from the juke-joint
A mile just down the road

Believe it when you hear it
The sound of a 'rubbing board'
Let me introduce you
To the King of Zydeco

Move it over, open up that line
Roll it over, buddy I'm insane

You won't feel like a stranger
You've found a second home
You can't get out of your tree there
When the music hits your soul

Bye bye Big Brother
'Cause I'm going away
I wanna listen to the man
They call Clifton Cheniere

Feel like a statistic
Feeling shrink-wrapped up too
It's dun-time baby
You been to long in school

Head down to the place
Near to Thibodoux
Let me introduce you
To the King of Zydeco

Move that semi, buddy I'm insane
It's now or never, I can't touch the brakes

Well, it's a stone's throw from the Bayou
And I can see the sign
Shining like a beacon
Right on through the night

No more airs and graces
Gotta catch the show
Let me introduce you
To the King of Zydeco