Story Behind The Song

The song imagines the bird as a denizen of the French quarter who is a devoté of the music of New Orleans and Louisiana.

Song Description

Fun fantasy about a music-loving bird

Lyrics

My Louisiana heron's got a musical ear.
He loves the Cajun accordian of Clifton Chenier.
He thinks Buckwheat Zydeco plays a good tune.
Oughta see him catchin' shrimp beneath the Louisiana Moon.

Louisi-, Lousi-, Lousiana heron; he's a bluesy, bluesy, bluesy little heron.
Okra gumbo is his go-to treat.
Yeah, he cracks his crawfish to a Cajun beat.

My Louisiana heron's got a ear for the blues.
He bought a B. B. King record but he wore out the grooves.
He knows T-bone Walker is a guitar whiz.
But my Louisiana heron's got a beat that's all his.

Louisi-, Lousi-, Lousiana heron; he's a bluesy, bluesy, bluesy little heron.
Loves his music and he loves to sing
Down in Pirates' Alley where the church bells ring.

I saw my Louisiana heron down on Tchoupitoulas St.
Yeah, a French Quarter bird loves a lively jazz beat.
But when Dr. John is playing funky and slow,
My Louisiana heron be a-tappin' his toe.

Louisi-, Lousi-, Lousiana heron; he's a bluesy, bluesy, bluesy little heron.
Loves his music and he loves to sing
Down in Jackson Square where the church bells ring.

Now my Louisiana heron loves a trolley car ride.
Goin' up St. Charles on the levee side.
He grabs a uptown snack at Camellia Grill.
Then it's back on the trolley when he's had his fill.

Louisi-, Lousi-, Lousiana heron; bluesy, bluesy, bluesy little heron.
Up to Pat O'Brien's for a hurricane.
Yeah, you just might see him dancin' in the rain.

Louisi-, Lousi-, Lousiana heron; bluesy, bluesy, bluesy little heron.
Okra gumbo is his go-to treat.
He cracks his crawfish to a Cajun beat.

© 2008 Daniel V. Gribbin