Cornbread Love Met me a man down in N’Orleans town Strolled down to Bourbon Street, Grabbed us a bottle of ole Jack D Where the music danced our feet. Say feet get tappin’, got time to kill, The people be watchin above. Say hands get clappin’, get de body sways It’s the Cajun Cornbread Love. Me man and that gal, we dance the streets, We two-step with ole Jack D. Jambalaya feast at the Absinthe House Me Mistah, that gal, and me. Say hands start grabbin’, got food to eat, With Mardi Gras masks and gloves, C’est les bonne temps roulez, Mardi Gras time And the Cajun Cornbread Love. ~ © Lynn (lynnws@ntelos.net) ~ March 2004 BACK If you enjoyed this page, check these out: Finchley's Hike Humor Home: Writers' Winter 2004 Index Click the image and visit my business website. http://graphicsbymarilyn.com/