Growin' up on the Bayou Can drive you outta your mind Marie was just a youngin' When she left the Black Water behind
It all happened one night In the back of Jimmy's car Jimmy said, “Marie you are so pretty Well you oughta be a movie star”
So she packed up her backwood streams Stole her mama's Maybelline And took the train to New Orleans And swore she was never gonna go, go Back to the Black Water Bayou
Mama said, “Child, don't go back on your raisin' There ain't no place in the city For a pretty little backstreet Cajun The long hot nights, will leave you cold And there's a devil waitin'on Every corner tryin' to buy your soul”
And with no where to go, and nothin' to eat She got a job dancin' down on Bourbon Street But the shoes she's wearin' on her feet Don't dance like they danced with Jimmy Lebeaux Back on the Black Water Bayou
In the heat of the night It was the very last show She walked onto the stage With her heart and her head hung low
She started to cry, cry As the curtain rolled She found herself lookin' In the Black Water eyes of Jimmy Lebeaux
Well he picked up her shattered dreams Off that stage in New Orleans And said, “Marie, don't you think it's time to go Back to the Black Water Bayou?” Don't you know it's time to go Back to the Black Water Bayou?
Growin' up on the Bayou Can drive you outta your mind Marie was just a youngin' When she left the Black Water behind
It all happened one night In the back of Jimmy's car Jimmy said, “Marie you're so pretty Well you oughta be a movie star”
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