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