I woke up in Mississippi in '51nMigrated next door became a native stepsonnGrew up on the rhythm of Clifton and ClevelandnAnd the Red Hot Louisiana BandnnRocking my baby through the Seventies rollnIn '81 I counted thirty years oldnTurning me loose and yet holding me closenLife was a waltz that wouldn't let gonnAllons danser, Allons dansernCome on let's dance, come on let's dancenSouth of I-10 we really had it madennLafayette boomed 'till they capped offshorenThen the oil families couldn't take it no morenA two-step too fast with one foot slowernI lost my partner when we hit the floornnAllons danser, Allons dansernCome on let's dance, come on let's dancenSouth of I-10 we really had it madennWhile the band was cookin' at the bar I went brokenAnd Clifton's accordion was starting to smokenWith a gold toothed grin and a laugh and a shoutnHe said I feel like a jet y'all, we're takin' off now!nnSo rock me high through the ups and the lowsn'Til the music stops and it's time to gonAccept this dance for the life we knownAnd we'll get back up when we hit the floornnAllons danser, Allons dansernCome on let's dance, come on let's dancenSouth of I-10 we really got it made