I Call It Love From My Dead Momma, But Boozoo Called it The Crying Waltz

and it always makes us feel better,
     except when it makes us cry...
and it always makes us cry,
     even when it makes us feel better.
What Boozoo says is something like this, loosely translated from his Cajun drawl:

I Prayed Every Morning,
     I Cried Every Night.
I Cried Every Morning,
     I Prayed Every Night.
I Asked God "What Do I Do?"
     God Made Me to Play the Zydeco...

I Said Goodbye My Momma, What Should I Do?
       She Told Me, "Play the Zydeco, Son;"
She Told Me, "Play the Zydeco for God..."
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And as for me, I say Goodbye my Momma,
      Goodbye...
Momma Told Me,
     "Do like God Made You, Son...
Do it for God."

Before the Storm

After the Storm

Nowadays

Christ Church, Bay St. Louis