My Dad's  a Louisiana Man
Gens de Couleur he is
Slow and easy is his gate
Tall and handsome   no debate.

A twinkle in his eyes that shine
Only for his chosen mate
A head that full 
Of curls to crown
A face of Bronze delight.

Legs that rope as he glides along
As graceful as a gazelle he strides
A drive to protect and provide
Born on the Isle of Cane.

Pride of steel   courage so real
Slow to rile   never makes denials
He met a girl on sunny day
Shooting at a tump   they say
They talked from time to time and then
He asked her to marry him.

She hesitated since she was surprised
He asked am I too ugly
Or maybe just not your prize.

When the answer was yes I will
He took her back with him
And they began  a happy life
She demure   He secure.

With all that goodness
He's a manly man
He's never afraid to shine
He takes a walk with his son
And holds his daughter by his side
They stand together
He on the porch   she on the rail.

His eyes are hooded     a warrior's glare
He sees beyond reality
Drawn from a source so rich and full
And arms full of Southern Comfort.