I was not born in this strange southern state
And find it’s weather to be quite queer
The cold could chill you to the bone
Yet seldom will it ever snow
The people too seem odd to me
Existing in such gaiety
When all around them
Poverty is what they see
And when the holidays draw near
They sing and dance and eat their fill
And feed the stranger that draws near
And wish to him a year of cheer
Louisiana such strange land
Gather your children in your hands
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