An Ode to The Last Calls of Atlanta — Vol. 2: Drinks & Tables · Track 12 · middle
Gumbo A Go-Go: Cajun Counter Heat
None
Lyrics
Yeeeeah! On Cheshire Bridge Road! Let's go! Strip mall storefront, door swings wide And that smell just pulls you right inside Steam from the big pots, a holy haze Paul Griffin serving for days and days Chicken and sausage, or the seafood dream? Just give me that Cajun counter scene Filé powder hangin' in the air Nothin' else in this city could compare! Gumbo A Go-Go! That Cajun counter heat! Gumbo A Go-Go! Can't be beat! Spoon in the bowl, fire on the tongue Best damn song that's ever been sung! Whoo! Line out the door, didn't nobody mind For the realest damn flavor you could find Po'boys landing in a plastic basket Red-and-white checkered paper, if you ask it They called it "Go-Go", a fast-paced name But that roux simmered slow, a beautiful flame Twenty years of gettin' it right Day after day and night after night! Gumbo A Go-Go! That Cajun counter heat! Gumbo A Go-Go! Stompin' your feet! Spoon in the bowl, fire on the tongue Best damn song that's ever been sung! Then the word came down, July of '18 The last bowl served, the end of the scene Paul said, "It was an honor to serve you all" I guess even the greatest party has a last call But we remember the flavor, we remember the sound... Of the best damn gumbo in this whole town! Gumbo A Go-Go! (Yeah!) That Cajun counter heat! (Sing it!) Gumbo A Go-Go! Cheshire Bridge treat! Gumbo A Go-Go... forever!