Creole Baby from Alameda Ash by Alameda Ash

I'm gonna tell you a story
I'm gonna tell you how it goes
No you don't ever have to worry
Cuz I'll be done before I go

Well she was oh so lonely
Head buried in a magazine
Like a lone tombstone
Standing out there in the evergreen

Yes I tried to console her
Even though the bayou bids
Held a crucifix in her right hand
Real tight in a fist

She gotta, gotta take it easy now
Before she go, go

Bye bye babe
Creole babe
Bye bye babe
My Creole baby, Creole baby

The smell of wet rain on road
Reminded her on New Orleans
Left Louisiana for the West Coast
To become Cali's new Cajun Queen

But she was a down right liar
Oh she was a down right cheat
Cuz I heard from a friend who new a friend
She was dying to see her home in the Big Easy

She gotta, gotta take it easy now
Before she go, go

Bye bye babe
Creole babe
Bye bye babe
My Creole baby, Creole baby

Took a train sixteen coaches long
And she was glad she did
As she looked back the crown slipped off
Cajun Queen raised her hand to bid

Bye bye babe
Creole babe
Bye bye babe
My Creole baby, Creole baby

• Americana
• Blues Rock
• Indie
• Rock
• Southern Rock
• bayarea
• blues rock
• californian punk
• cowpunk
• garage rock
• indie rock
• punk rock
• roots rock
• Alameda