Cajun Girl - Little Feat

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