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Well I'm finally goin' back to Louisiana |
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Runnin' and thumbin' all the way |
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That started out way out in California |
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I been makin' bout five hundred miles a day |
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I covered all the beaches on the west coast |
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From Mexico Crason City Bay |
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But Calilou was not in California |
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That's where her daddy came from by the way |
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And by the way her mother was a Cajun |
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She came from New Orleans I've heard her say |
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And it's just like a girl to wanna see her mama |
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So I might find her there along the way |
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Calilou, Calilou well they should have call you restless |
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Well they should have call you drifter |
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Yeah, they should have call you trouble instead of Calilou |
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I recall the first time that I saw her |
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I picked her up near Phoenix in my car |
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Just another beauty seekin' fame and fortune |
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And I told her if she should be a movie star |
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The next time I saw her was Tucumcari |
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She served my bowl of chili with a smile |
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I said it's been a year since I last saw you |
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Wonder how'd you like to share a few good miles |
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Well the justice of the peace was very sleepy |
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I held her in my arms a whole night long |
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I whispered words like settle down and family |
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And when I woke up my Calilou was gone |
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Calilou, Calilou well they should have call you restless |
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Well they should have call you drifter |
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Yeah, they should have call you trouble instead of Calilou |
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Calilou, Calilou well they should have call you restless |
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Well they should have call you drifter |
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Yeah, they should have call you trouble instead of Calilou |