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Serious blue eyes, so pale and so shy |
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Look closer 'cause she's got that look in her eye |
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Red hair that sails on a soft southern breeze |
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Fingers that fly on accordion keys |
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You ain't seen nothin', 'till you've seen my cajun girl |
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She's really somethin', my sweet singing cajun girl |
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Cook cajun, speak creole, and lay on the spice |
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Her fancy so free on these Saturday nights |
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She sings and she plays at the parish hall dance |
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Big city chanteuses just don't stand a chance |
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You ain't seen nothin', 'till you've seen my cajun girl |
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She's really somethin', my sweet singing cajun girl |
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Might find me a dream, just West of New Orleans |
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If you pole up the bayou St. John |
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The way twin fiddles play |
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And she squeezes her box until dawn |
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All night they carry on |
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Tell long leg Lucille I must send my regrets |
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It's nothin' she's done, it's just someone I met |
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With innocent heart, true talent so rare |
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She bloom on the bayou, this flower so fair |
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You ain't seen nothin', 'till you've seen my cajun girl |
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She's really somethin', my sweet singing cajun girl |
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You ain't seen nothin', 'till you've seen my cajun girl |
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Might find me a dream, just West of New Orleans |
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If you pole up the bayou St. John |
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The way twin fiddles play |
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And she squeezes her box until dawn |
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All night they carry on |