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