Had me a gal in Baton Rouge, called her Lou-easy-ann

She gave me a little bit of olden dream and a key of marijuana

She treat me right

Lord, lord, lord, she treat me right

She treat me right, lord, lord



Well, I went on to New Orleans, had myself a ball

The ladies there, they don't care, they don't care at all

They treat you right

Warm, warm, Louisiana night

Treat you right, lord, lord



>From the gulf of the Mississippi, up to Baton Rouge

Those Louisiana women, oh lord. Lord, you just can't lose

They treat you right

Treat you right

They treat you right, lord, lord, lord, lord.