[Verse 1]
Down near Breaux Bridge, where de big bayous flow,
MeMaw Landry’s stirring her pots nice and slow.
Gumbo on the burner and jambalaya in the pan,
MeMaw’s Cajun cooking satisfies every man.
[Verse 2]
Red beans on Monday, étouffée on Tuesday night,
Golden-fried catfish, Shrimp Cree-old cooked just right.
Crawfish boiled during Lent, fried shrimp in between,
Shrimp po-boys from Heaven, my Cajun cooking queen.
[Chorus] [powerful harmonized voices] [symphonic tune]
MeMaw’s Cajun table was cooked with love so true,
Thanksgiving, Christmas, Easter, she knew just what to do.
From boo-dan to pray-leans, and cookies warm and sweet,
She fed us with a heart and soul no one could ever beat.
[instrumental]
[Verse 3]
Crawfish by the sack, boiled with taters, corn and spice,
Her house filled with laughter and kids eating dirty rice.
Stories told in French and songs that made us smile,
Dat sweet little grandma lived her life Cajun style.
[verse 4]
Beignet’s Christmas morning, sugar snowed on top,
King cake in the spring, colors that would never stop.
Bread pudding with bourbon sauce, flowing sweet,
Anytime you went to MeMaw’s, you had to eat.
[chorus]
MeMaw’s Cajun table was cooked with love so true,
Thanksgiving, Christmas, Easter, she knew just what to do.
From boudin to pralines, and cookies warm and sweet,
She fed us with a heart and soul no one could ever beat.
[outro]
MeMaw left for heaven, back in ninety-nine,
But when I’m making roo, I hear her voice just fine.
Come here boy and sat your little tootie down,
You’ve got to eat my cooking before you go to town.
[instrumental]
[Chorus] [powerful harmonized voices] [symphonic tune]
MeMaw’s Cajun table was cooked with love so true,
Thanksgiving, Christmas, Easter, she knew just what to do.
From boo-dan to pray-leans, and cookies warm and sweet,
She fed us with a heart and soul no one could ever beat.
Copyright August 27, 2025, by Craig Whitley – All Rights Reserved
