Like This - Benjy Davis

Hey pretty mama I can smell the gumbo
Sweet as taste a honey suckle on my lips
Good god almighty I can hear the trombone
Every heart oughta beat to a rhythm like this
Girl you as pretty as a sunday morning
Standing on the corner of Carondelet
Whatcha say we make our way up to Bourbon
Couple hurricanes and a hand grenade
And get blown away
Let the chips fall where they may
If it's all the same
Whatcha say
Bon temps rouler
Hey pretty mama I can smell the gumbo
Sweet as taste a honey suckle on my lips
Good god almighty I can hear the trombone
Every heart oughta beat to a rhythm like this
Come a little closer honey let me hold ya
Nothing tastes better than a bourbon kiss
You could be the flower on my magnolia
Every heart oughta beat to a rhythm like this
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Ain't worried bout the heat or police on horses
Beads raining down from the balcony
Hazy from the rum and dizzy from the dancing
Spilling our drinks in the middle of the street
I got bills and hell to pay
But they ain't getting there's today
Just watched em sink
Bottom of the ponchatrain
Hey pretty mama I can smell the gumbo
Sweet as taste a honey suckle on my lips
Good god almighty I can hear the trombone
Every heart oughta beat to a rhythm like this
Come a little closer honey let me hold ya
Nothing tastes better than a bourbon kiss
You could be the flower on my magnolia
Every heart oughta beat to a rhythm like this
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I'm your delta man if you'll be my queen
We could get away with everything
Prettiest thing I've ever seen
And you don't even know my name
Hey pretty mama I can smell the gumbo
Sweet as taste a honey suckle on my lips
Good god almighty I can hear the trombone
Every heart oughta beat to a rhythm like this
Come a little closer honey let me hold ya
Nothing tastes better than a bourbon kiss
You could be the flower on my magnolia
Every heart oughta beat to a rhythm like this
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