National Poetry Day Countdown – My Number One: “Child Of The Bayou” and “Sing To Me Georgia”

As it’s National Poetry Day today I thought I’d countdown my three personal favourites from my back catalogue.

I couldn’t decide on a favourite out of these two, so I’ve decided on both 🙂

Child Of The Bayou

(verse 1)
Bayou born and Creole raised.
Irish blood and French parlée.
Daddy was a zydeco guitar king.
Momma’s chicken Gumbo’d make the angels sing.

Bartholomew at my back-door.
Catfish, bream and a whole lot more.
Never needed WiFi or Sky TV.
Just a beer and some blues, and you and me.

(chorus)
You’re a child of the bayou.
Daughter of the Ash.
Mardi Gras missy.
Smoother than jazz.

Hail Mary in the morning.
Jimmy Clanton after lunch.
Fishing in the brak.
Til the day is done.

‘Cause you’re my child of the bayou.
My Cajun queen.
My little slice of southern.
The sweetest thing I’ve ever seen.

(verse 2)
Mercedes-Benz Superdome Sunday night.
Drew Brees touchdown was out of sight.
Then back to down-town Baton Rouge.
College football at LSU.

Meet me by the river, I’ll bring the hob.
Shrimp Jambalaya and Struise Pannepot.
A couple deck chairs and a fishing pole.
Then walk along the beach for a moonlight stroll.

(chorus)
You’re a child of the bayou.
Daughter of the Ash.
Mardi Gras missy.
Smoother than jazz.

Hail Mary in the morning.
Jimmy Clanton after lunch.
Fishing in the brak.
Til the day is done.

‘Cause you’re my child of the bayou.
My Cajun queen.
My little slice of southern.
The sweetest thing I’ve ever seen.

(bridge)
You were born on the Bayou, brought up on Swamp Pop.
While I was just an English boy listening to Zeppelin rock.
Different strokes for different folks, as the saying goes.
But I love the way you do things in your Bayou world.

(chorus)
Because you’re a child of the bayou.
Daughter of the Ash.
Mardi Gras missy.
Smoother than jazz.

Hail Mary in the morning.
Warren Storm after lunch.
Fishing in the brak.
Til the day is done.

‘Cause you’re my bride of the bayou.
My Cajun queen.
My little slice of everything.
The sweetest thing I’ve ever seen.

Sing To Me Georgia

Sing to me Georgia, you’re all I need.
You’re more than a love and a life to me.
You’re my world and my heart when it beats.
So sing me a sweet southern melody.

Because I, I’m feeling so low.
I’ve got a good heart.
But it’s beating too slow.

So I, I’ll find you at last.
Before it’s too late.
Before my time’s passed.

Sing to me Georgia, you’re all I need.
I’ll write it all down when I can not speak.
You’re Novocaine in the veins to me.
Sing to me Georgia, that melody.

And I, I see always your face.
When my eyes close.
And I feel your embrace.

But I, I know it’s not true.
I’m not who you love.
Though you know I love you.

Sing with me Georgia, you’re all I need.
You’ll always be love and life to me.
Be the Novocaine in my heart when it bleeds.
So sing me a sweet southern melody.

Sing me a sweet southern melody.

Sing with me Georgia…