Cajun Girl

Serious blue eyes, so pale & 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' 'til you seen my Cajun Girl

She's really something, my sweet-singing Cajun Girl

Cook Cajun, speak Creole & lay on the spice

Her fancy so free on them Saturday nights

She sing & she play with the parish hall band

Big city chanteuses just don't stand a chance

You ain't seen nothin' 'til you seen my Cajun Girl

She's really something, my sweet-singing Cajun Girl

You might find my dream just west of New Orleans

If you pole down the Bayou St. John

The way twin fiddles play

And she squeeze on her squeezebox 'til dawn

All night she'll carry on

You ain't seen nothin' 'til you seen my Cajun Girl

She's really something, my sweet-singing Cajun Girl

She's really something, my sweet-singing Cajun Girl

Tell long-legged Lucille I must send my regrets

It's nothing she done, it's just someone I met

With innocent heart, true talent so rare

She blooms on the bayou, this flower so fair

You ain't seen nothin' 'til you seen my Cajun Girl

She's really something, my sweet-singing Cajun Girl

She's really something, my sweet-singing Cajun Girl