Lyrics

The Pride of (Nah’ ki tish) Natchitoches
B. Gibson

They say she’s something special
Bolt of lightnin’ in a jar
She got a ’57 T-Bird
She loves to drive real hard

Got a degree in Hoodoo Voodoo
But you know it could be worse
Got a ragged Creole troll doll
She likes to keep in her purse

She fancies cruising down the back roads
With the tach running high
Such a Louisianna fireball
When you see her fly by

She’s the pride of Nah’ ki tish (Natchitoches)
Up the road from Lah fi yet (Lafayette)
She’ll flash a smile to light the bayou
Sharp as a Spanish bayonet

She digs her high top sneakers
When she’s jettin’ through the park
She sports her gris gris necklace
When she parties after dark

She likes her top shelf whiskey
With a bit of juju jumbo
Tabasco jamba-laya
And a spicy side-a gumbo