George Strait - Hot Grease And Zydeco

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I hear the music, Big Daddy's place

Smell that gumbo coming through that old screen door

Fans are blowing, flies are buzzing

People jitterbugging on that hardwood floor

Work my fingers down to the bone

Make the money and spend it on

Hot grease and zydeco

Feed my belly, feed my hungry soul

It's Friday night, let the good times roll

Hot grease and zydeco

My baby's loving, it's deep fried

Golden brown legs and then long black hair

We start cooking when we kiss

No time at all, Lord she takes me there

Down on the Bayou they're stirring it up

Tastes so good I can't get enough

Hot grease and zydeco

Feed my belly, feed my hungry soul

It's Friday night, let the good times roll

Hot grease and zydeco

Hot grease and zydeco

Feed my belly, feed my hungry soul

It's Friday night, let the good times roll

Hot grease and zydeco

Feed my belly, feed my hungry soul

Turn it up, burn it up, say sure

Hot grease, hot grease and zydeco

Hot grease and zydeco

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