Cajun Girl - Bill Payne, Martin Kibbee

    Serious blue eyes, so pale and so shy
    Look closer 'cause she's got that look in her eye
    Red hair that sails on a soft southern breeze
    Fingers that fly on accordion keys

    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

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