[Blues] Beignet Blues

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There's a donut chain we always stop by on our way back from family shopping trips, and I came up with this song while enjoying some donuts we took out.
The ones we bought were round, without a hole, and filled with cream, which reminded me of beignets.
When I looked into beignets, I found out they originated in France but are also popular in New Orleans.
So, I decided to give this blues song a jazz flavor, inspired by that city.
If my kids grow up and remember eating donuts with the family after shopping, that would make me happy.
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[Lyrics]
Old French Quarter, mornings so sweet
Mama’s beignets, that special treat
Fresh from the fryer, dusted with snow
Powdered sugar clouds, how they’d glow
Oh, those early days, taste of youth so fine
Memories linger, like a well-aged wine
Beignet blues, soft and warm in the dawn
Memories of youth, in every bite I'm drawn
Beignet blues, sugar on my fingertips
Savorin' the taste, with a coffee sip
Shopping bags in hand, café on the way
Stopping for a beignet, a ritual in the day
Café au lait, paired just right
That sweet, tender dough, my morning light
Through the years, that taste remains
A sweet reminder of simpler gains
Beignet blues, soft and warm in the dawn
Memories of youth, in every bite I'm drawn
Beignet blues, sugar on my fingertips
Savorin' the taste, with a coffee sip
Now I’m old, hands a bit slow
But those beignets, still steal the show
Can’t play the blues, with sugar on my hands
But the taste, oh the taste, still makes me dance
Sundays after church, Mama knew the way
Beignets for breakfast, a perfect day
That powdered sugar dust, on the old porch swing
Oh, the happiness those beignets bring
Through the years, that taste remains
A sweet reminder of simpler gains
Beignet blues, soft and warm in the dawn
Memories of youth, in every bite I'm drawn
Beignet blues, sugar on my fingertips
Savorin' the taste, with a coffee sip
Now the café’s still there, but I’ve grown old
Yet the taste of beignets, never grows cold
Each bite brings a smile, like a long-lost friend
In this city of jazz, where sweet memories blend
Beignet blues, soft and warm in the dawn
Memories of youth, in every bite I'm drawn
Beignet blues, sugar on my fingertips
Savorin' the taste, with a coffee sip