Cajun Girl - The Oak Ridge Boys

Serious blue eyes so pale and so shy

Look closer cause she’s got that look in her eye.

Red hair that sails on the soft southern breeze

Fingers that fly on accordion keys.

You ain’t seen nothing

Till you’ve seen my Cajun girl.

She’s really something

My sweet singing Cajun girl.

Cook Cajun, speak Creole and lay on the spice

Her fancy so free on these Saturday nights

She sing and she play at the parish hall dance

Big city chanteuses just don’t stand a chance.

You ain’t seen nothing

Till you’ve seen my Cajun girl.

She’s really something

My sweet singing Cajun girl.

You might find my dreams

Just west of New Orleans

If you pulled up that via Saint John

Where the twins fiddles play

And she squeeze on that squeezebox till dawn.

On that they carry on.

Tell long leg Lucille I must send my regrets

It’s nothing she’s done, it’s just someone I’ve met

With innocent heart, true talent so rare

She blooms on the bayou this flower so fair.

You ain’t seen nothing

Till you’ve seen my Cajun girl.

She’s really something

My sweet singing Cajun girl.

You ain’t seen nothing

Till you’ve seen my Cajun girl.

You might find my dreams

Just west of New Orleans

If you pole up that bayou Saint John

Where the twin fiddles play

And she squeeze on that squeezebox till dawn.

All night they carry on.

You ain’t seen nothing

Till you’ve seen my Cajun girl.

She’s really something

My sweet singing Cajun girl.

You ain’t seen nothing

Till you’ve seen my Cajun girl.

She’s really something

My sweet singing Cajun girl.

You ain’t seen nothing

Till you’ve seen my Cajun girl.

She’s really something

My sweet singing Cajun girl.