Gumbo Land
I was raised in gumbo land
Deep in the heart of the bayou
On etouffee, catfish soup, po’ boys and jambalaya
Had no kin, had a guitar
A cell phone and a suitcase
I headed north for the neon lights
Praying my music could stand on its own
Day and night, I did my thing
Played subways but they ignored me
I hit the streets, but the city folk
Just too busy to reward me
Then one day. I see a sign
Said talent come on in
You’re invited
The boss said welcome, where you from
Let’s see if what you do is exciting
I hail from Louisiana
Where creole is the way, we speak
Louisiana
With beasts of the wild
You ain’t never seen
Louisiana
Where we dance to a different beat
He said, play me something hot then
So, I don’t have to turn up the heat
All right then
Son, that was smoking
You want a gig, you got a gig
I was raised in gumbo land
Deep in the heart of the bayou
On etouffee, catfish soup
And the Neville brothers singing bout fayo
I never got to do my thing
In a bigtime city club
Now i got a travelling show
My voice rings out, my guitar digs in
But my heart belongs to the Bayou
Louisiana
Where creole is the way we speak
Louisiana
Where the gumbo can’t be beat
Louisiana
Always be my home
Louisiana
Where my heart can sing its song