Odes to Joy

An Ode to The Last Calls of Atlanta — Vol. 2: Drinks & Tables · Track 12 · middle

Gumbo A Go-Go: Cajun Counter Heat

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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!
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