Letra de I will play for gumbo

I don't smoke, i don't shoot smack
but i got a spicy monkey ridin' on my back.
don't eat beignets, too much sugar and dough,
but i will play for gumbo
yes, i will play for gumbo
It started at my grandma's kitchen by the sea,
she warned me when she told me "son the first one's free"
it hit me like a rock or some taikwondo,
cause i will play for gumbo
oh yea, i will play for gumbo.
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a piece of french bread
with which to wipe my bowl,
good for the body.
good for the soul.
it's a little like religion
and a lot like sex.
you should never know
when you're gonna get it next.
at midnight in the quarter or noon in thibadeaux
i will play for gumbo
yes, i will play for gumbo.
I'm not talkin' quesadillas or a dozen krispy kremes,
or a pound of caviar that's a rich man's dream.
no banana split or fillet of pompano.
no, i will play for gumbo,
yeah, i will play for gumbo
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maybe it's the sausage or those pretty pink shrimp
or that popcorn rice that makes me blow up like a blimp.
maybe it's that voodoo from marie leveaux,
but i will play for gumbo
yeah, i will play for gumbo
The sauce boss does his cookin' on the stage,
stirrin' and a singing for his nightly wage.
sweating and frettin' from his head to his toe,
playin' and swayin' with the gumbo
prayin' and buffetin' with the gumbo
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