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| If you walk right in off the street Take the load right off your feet |
| D | G | |
| Mama bring a menu right to your seat But the | bill of fare be short and sweet |
| C | G | |
| Won't find no etoufee | Mama never ever could cook that way |
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| She on the same regime | No neuavo quiseen |
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| She cook | gumbo...A mighty rad gumbo |
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| It's the only way you | can go |
| G | |
| Down at the club Rad | gumbo |
| G | |
| Heads and shells they go in the stock She stirs the brew and really rocks |
| D | G | |
| One gallon tailfish stock of water | Man this gumbo's made to order |
| C | G | |
| Two cloves of garlic finely chopped | Man this party just Can't be stopped |
| C | D | |
| Mama's pots a boilin' band starts to blow | Piano keys flyin' like Fats Domino |
| G | |
| She cook | gumbo...A mighty rad gumbo |
| D | |
| It's the only way you | can go |
| G | |
| Down at the club Rad | gumbo |
| G | |
| Oh no no escargo no cor-don-blu |
| G | |
| This aint' the place to go lookin' for beef stew |
| D | |
| But if you like tender shrimp n' rice |
| D | |
| If you think you can stand the spice |
| G | |
| She cook | gumbo...A mighty rad gumbo |
| G | |
| Now the people come from miles around Dig what Mama's puttin' down |
| D | G | |
| Everybody knows her name | She in the seafood hall of fame |
| C | G | |
| I gotta get that recipie | If it means the death of me |
| C | D | |
| Get my spy boy to sneak a look | In Mama's book |
| G | |
| She cook | gumbo...A mighty rad gumbo \ |
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| It's the only way you can go TWICE |
| G | |
| Down at the club Rad | gumbo / |