歌词
Off of the shrimp boat, boy what a day
Venice just ain't no place to play
I think I'm headed up Breaux Bridge Way
To see my Brown Angelina
I took her out to the Cajun Inn
To see Jolet, my very best friend
We got drunk and broke up the bar
For my Brown Angelina
Mama, mama ... won't you go my bail?
Sittin' on my cold, dead ass
On the floor of the Breaux Bridge Jail
The sheriff, he came in ... as mean as a bear
And gave me that empty, dead man's stare
He grabbed Jolet and me by the hair
And broke up our little party
He chauffeured us in his police car
With the lights a flashin' like a blood red star
He left us sittin' here where we are
To take home brown Angelina
Mama, mama ... won't you go my bail?
Sittin' on my cold, dead ass
On the floor of the Breaux Bridge Jail
Mama, mama ... won't you go my bail?
Sittin' on my cold, dead ass
On the floor of the Breaux Bridge Jail
Mama, mama ... won't you go my bail?
Mama, mama ... won't you go my bail?
Sittin' on my cold, dead ass
On the floor of the Breaux Bridge Jail
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