Lyrics

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 Jackamo
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
He took daddy’s mud boat to the crawfish run
Where the Mississippi delta bends
People’d throw him dimes when he brought The Times
It seemed 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 fishing hole
Trying 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 pluggin’
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

Well Claude came home and he struck out alone
Making friends with the folks around
He bought a local band played 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
Down on Bourbon Street to where the Bayou meets
They were the Kings of Mardi Gras​

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

Don’t stall if you’re an underdog
Cause you can be an Alpha Dog too