Bayou Iron Pot

Verse 1

Grandma grabs the iron pot

Slowly starts the burner

Four cups oil and flour

Steady as a river

Watching shadows turn to tan

Waiting for that chocolate hue

Rich and deep like bayou mud

Now you got the roux

Pre-Chorus

Chopping onions

Peppers and celery

Throw them in the grease

The trinity finds its peace

Chorus

Give me that Creole soul

Ladle it high in a ceramic bowl

Smoky andouille meets the flame

Creole soul

Nothing else tastes quite the same

Creole soul

Verse 2

Cayenne kicks the red sauce high

Peeling chicken from the bone

Simmering down the garden gold

Kitchen feels like home

Rice is fluffy as a cloud

Steam rising in the air

Hot sauce dripping off the lid

Flavor everywhere

Pre-Chorus

Chopping onions

Peppers and celery

Throw them in the grease

The trinity finds its peace

Chorus

Give me that Creole soul

Ladle it high in a ceramic bowl

Smoky andouille meets the flame

Creole soul

Nothing else tastes quite the same

Creole soul

Bridge

Let it bubble

Let it brew

Telling stories

Old and new

Rich gravy

Fiery red

Spirit of the delta fed

Chorus

Give me that Creole soul

Ladle it high in a ceramic bowl

Smoky andouille meets the flame

Creole soul

Nothing else tastes quite the same

Creole soul