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I would never normally go bowling |
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On a Friday morning in New Orleans |
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But I like to come here to remember |
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The kind of places you took me |
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Like the time we stole a Datsun |
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And drove all night to the Everglades |
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Until we crashed it in a big electric storm |
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And stood there listening to the bayou rain |
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The county sheriff had a harelip |
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Louisiana's pride and joy |
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He said politely as he cuffed me |
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"I never busted an English boy |
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But I will accept a contribution |
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To the Old Policemen's Charity Ball |
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But you better drive this dirty Datsun |
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Into the Gulf of Mexico" |
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Under a Cajun moon I lay me open |
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There is a spirit here that won't be broken |
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Some words are sad to sing |
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Some leave me tongue-tied |
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(But the hardest thing to tell you) |
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But the hardest words I know |
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Are I love you goodbye |
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I love you goodbye |
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Typhoon Pierre delayed my plane till morning |
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(Jusqu'au matin) |
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Let the bontemps rouler from your accordion |
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(L'accordien) |
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Under a cajun moon I lay me open |
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(Y'a un esprit partout) |
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There is a spirit here that won't be broken |
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(Simple words are sad to sing) |
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Some words are sad to sing |
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(They leave me tongue-tied) |
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Some leave you tongue-tied |
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(But the hardest thing to tell you my friend) |
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The hardest words I know |
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(Is I love you goodbye) |
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I love you goodbye |
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(Je t'aime, au revoir) |
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I love you goodbye |
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(Je t'aime, toujours) |
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I love you, goodbye |
