Way back in 1965, when I heard the Black Snake Blues
I was just a country boy sitting back there in my room
Snuck out the window, going down those country roads
Looking for the King of that good rocking Zydeco

Way down at Slim's Y-Ki-Ki, up there at the Blue Angel club
Ole Clifton on the squeeze box, his brother Cleveland on the scrub
I was hanging out at the back door, too young to get in
I told my baby, "Baby we gotta come back here again."

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Laissez le bon temps rouler
Laissez les boulé boulé
Laissez les ognons brulaient
Brûlé toute la nuit

Then one day, my dream came true
Hanging around back stage, Clifton said, "Who are you?"
I said, "I'm just a young boy, waiting to get old
Get out on the road and play some rocking Zydeco."