T-Bone

 

T-Bone, T-Bone

He born on the bayou

He born in the Louisiann

He born to be the bluesy man

 

T-Bone, T-Bone

He born on the bayou

 

T-Bone, when he come home

First thing turn the gumbo on

Toss a filet in the frying pan

While he dish the music with a sizzling hand

 

T-Bone, T-Bone

He cooking on the bayou

 

Sizzling, sizzling, sizzling, sizzling

Sizzling, sizzling, sizzling, sizzling

Sizzling, sizzling, sizzling, sizzling, T-Bone

 

Sizzling, sizzling, sizzling, sizzling

Sizzling, sizzling, sizzling, sizzling

Sizzling, sizzling, sizzling, sizzling, T-Bone

 

T-Bone love to play his song

You could hear him play it all day long

He would play it till you got your fill

Then he be dishing you gator he got sizzling on the grill

 

T-Bone, T-Bone

He cooking on the bayou

 

Sizzling, sizzling, sizzling, sizzling

Sizzling, sizzling, sizzling, sizzling

Sizzling, sizzling, sizzling, sizzling, T-Bone

 

Sizzling, sizzling, sizzling, sizzling

Sizzling, sizzling, sizzling, sizzling

Sizzling, sizzling, sizzling, sizzling, T-Bone

 

He born in the Louisiann

He born to be the bluesy man

He dish the music with the sizzling hand

 

T-Bone, T-Bone

 

© 1990. Billy Marabella.

NOTES ON THIS SONG
I wrote this song for my friend, Ron Taylor, but he didn’t like it. He might know better than I about the genre, but I know what I like. I love the sizzling noises (onomatopoeia) and the idea of “gator sizzling on the grill.” If I could sing/play the guitar, I might be dangerous, ’cause I certainly don’t lack enthusiasm.