Lyrics:

Off of the shrimp boat, boy what a day
Venice just ain't no place to play
I guess I'm headed up Breaux Bridge way
To see my brown Angelina

I took her out to the Cajun Inn
To see Jolet, my very best friend
And we got drunk and broke up the bar
For my brown Angelina

Mama, mama ... won't you go my bail?
Sittin' on my cold, dead ass
On the floor of the Breaux Bridge jail

Mama, mama ... won't you go my bail?
Sittin' on my cold, dead ass
On the floor of the Breaux Bridge jail

The sheriff, he came in ... mean as a bear
And gave me that empty, dead man's stare
He grabbed Jolet and me by the hair
And broke up our little party

He chauffeured us in his po-lice car
With the lights a flashin' like a blood red star
And he left us sittin' here where we are
To take home brown Angelina

Mama, mama ... won't you go my bail?
Sittin' on my cold, dead ass
On the floor of the Breaux Bridge jail

Mama, mama ... won't you go my bail?
Sittin' on my cold, dead ass
On the floor of the Breaux Bridge jail