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Little Feat
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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 Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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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