Gumbo John was a swamper He had a small cafe a little ol shack just outside of Baton Rouge Everyone around said that you had it made if you where looking for the right kind of food You just lay back and you let the evening come out on the backporch with Gumbo John me and the boys in the band where needin a break we were covered in road dust and the homesick blues So we decided to stop and spend a few days Peel a few crawdads... check out the brew Southern culture on the skids but it sure is fun out on the back porch with Gumbo John He had an alligator named Clyde out back in a little stream He said boy boys he’s a friend of mine but he’s still real mean He said ’You know I used to play the guitar myself’ He held ut his hand and he’d just two fingers left It was feeding time one evening amd he’d had a few beers B7 Em...stop! guess he got a little too close cause one CHOMP ( muted rhythm ) Em and ol’ Clyde he ended his musical career but he can still rear back and play that Jolie Blonde out on the back porch at Gumbo John’s You just lay back and let the evening come Out on the back porch at Gumbo John’s