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