Near the town Baton Rouge,
Where the Mississippi River flows,
When I docked my barge at a cotton mill,
I met sweet Creole Rose.
She's a dark haired girl with eyes of fire,
And the pride of old Louisiana.
I wouldn't take a million for my Creole Rose,
Cause I'm her loving bayou man.

When I come to the bend in the river,
I holler "Steady as she goes",
And I blow it hard on the whistle,
For my sweet Creole Rose.
She'll be waiting there down on the docks,
And I can hardly wait to land.
I wouldn't take a million for my Creole Rose,
Cause I'm her loving bayou man.

I can see her from the wheel house;
She's sure a pretty sight to see,
And I know I'm a lucky son-of-a-gun,
Cause she's a-waiting there for me
With a flower in her hair and a smile on her face.
And I'll say it over again
I wouldn't take a million for my Creole Rose,
Cause I'm her loving bayou man.

I'm gonna put my cargo all ashore
Then I'll collect my pay.
Then I gotta take her to her Papa
To set our wedding day.
We'll honeymoon on the river boat,
And never come back to land.
I wouldn't take a million for my Creole Rose,
Cause I'm her loving bayou man. 

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 Recorded By:  Hal Willis