Big Rude Jake Mercy For The Monkey Man
I’m going down to Terrebonne Parish, Where the River surrenders to the Bayou. I’m gonna set a trap, I’m gonna bag a monkey man, gonna get myself some money tail stew
I’m gonnna get a cedar box from that old general store,
Gut a hole in it the size of a peach.
I’m gonna fill that cedar box with liquorice and sugar cane,
Gonna tie that Cedar box to a tree.
That’s all it takes, and I say…
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Lord have mercy on the Money Man
For the Monkey Man is such a fool
Monkey love his candy and monkey love his cane.
Gonna get myself some monkey tail stew
You see the monkey ambles up to that sweet cedar box
And before he can know what it’s about,
He can squeeze a hand into that tight little hole
But he can’t pull the sweet candy out.
And so the monkey sits all day and all night
With his hand on the candy in the a hole
Monkey can’t eat, and the Monkey can’t sleep,
But the Monkey just can’t let go.
And I say
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I am that I am, and I fear the Monkey Man.
I fear that I am bound to be like he.
And I do declare that this dogged desire
Oh, Lord, will surely be the death of me!
And I say
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