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Hats Off to Claude The Alpha Dog
Lyrics by Claude Xregiis Vargo

From the back end of the bayou
To the east end of Arkansas
Where the gators roll and you won't find a soul
Who never threw back a Jockamo

Some of'em talk about Dixie
And some of'em complain of the fog
But one thing's for sure they'll play it cool
When you talk about the alpha dog

Hats Off To Claude The Alpha Dog
His name is known in every saloon
Hats Off To Claude The Alpha Dog
They say he's even been to the moon

Claude started out delivering papers
Back when he was just about ten
Took daddy's mud boat to the crawfish run
Where the Mississippi Delta bends

People throw him dimes when he brought the times
Seems that he never did rest
A dozen years on when those times were gone
Claude owned the parish press

Hats Off To Claude The Alpha Dog
His name is known in every saloon
Hats Off To Claude The Alpha Dog
They say he's even been to the moon

Now when the local boys were at the fishin' hole
Tryin' to come up with a bass
They called him a geek when he crossed the creek
He was always getting sorta harassed

Well he never looked back
He just kept on plugging with his books
Full of dreams would grow
And he put'em together
It was quite an endeavor
And now he owns his own casino

Hats Off To Claude, The Alpha Dog
His name is known in every saloon
Hats Off To Claude, The Alpha Dog
They say he's even been to the moon, yeah

Well, Claude came home and he struck out alone
Making friends with the folks around
He bought a local band to play at the catfish stand
And they say they had the meanest sound
Playing Delta Blues, Creole and Gospel too
And pretty soon they played in every bar
From down on Bourbon Street to where the Bayou meets
They were the Kings of Mighty Ground

Hats Off To Claude The Alpha Dog
His name is known in every saloon
Hats Off To Claude The Alpha Dog
His days even been to the moon

Don't stall if you're an underdog'
Cause you can be An alpha dog too
Oh yeah