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I left my home up in Canada And headed down south to see the Mardi Gras Met a Louisiana queen in some faded jeans She showed me how to do it down in New Orleans She had a Jesus statue in her motor home A lady concerned I had never known I couldnâ¬"t be a saint when she came marchin in With those faded blue jeans said let the joy begin She was a sweet mama Not a rolling stone I guess she didnâ¬"t wanna be alone Looking for a man to call her own But she couldnâ¬"t get Jesus on the telephone We skipped the jambalaya and the carnival Clean forgot about my mama back in Montréal Cause she blew my mind like a hurricane And soaked me down just like the Louisiana rain Sweet mama not a rolling stone I guess she didnâ¬"t wanna be alone Looking for a man to call her own But she couldnâ¬"t get Jesus on the telephone We let the good times roll as the band played on Just one more song and I have to be gone Oh such a night Now Iâ¬"m back in cold Canada Just a young man dreamin bout the Mardi Gras But I know what it means to miss New Orleans And that god-fearing woman with her faded jeans She was a sweet mama Not a rolling stone I guess she didnâ¬"t wanna be alone Looking for a man to call her own But she couldnâ¬"t get Jesus on the telephone Sweet mama Sweet sweet mama Sweet mama Sweet sweet mama Sweet mama A sweet mama Sweet mama Sweet sweet mama |