left my home up in Canada And headed down south to see the Mardi Gras Met a Louisiana queen in some faded jeans She showed me how to do it down in New Orleans
She had a Jesus statue in her motor home A lady concerned I had never known I couldn't be a saint when she came marchin in With those faded blue jeans said let the joy begin
She was a sweet mama Not a rolling stone I guess she didn't wanna be alone Looking for a man to call her own But she couldn't get Jesus on the telephone
We skipped the jambalaya and the carnival Clean forgot about my mama back in Montréal Cause she blew my mind like a hurricane And soaked me down just like the Louisiana rain
Sweet mama not a rolling stone I guess she didn't wanna be alone Looking for a man to call her own But she couldn't get Jesus on the telephone
We let the good times roll as the band played on Just one more song and I have to be gone Oh such a night
Now I'm back in cold Canada Just a young man dreamin bout the Mardi Gras But I know what it means to miss New Orleans And that god-fearing woman with her faded jeans
She was a sweet mama Not a rolling stone I guess she didn't wanna be alone Looking for a man to call her own But she couldn't get Jesus on the telephone
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