I just got back from New Orleans
Down in the city of the Cajun Queen
And there's a yearning deep inside of me that I can't explain
And a voice that's a-callin' off of Pontchartrain
The crabs are bluer than I've ever seen
Down in the traps, it's a crabber's dream
And there's a pretty little bag of girl with eyes dark as coal
That cut like a knife to the center of your soul
Dance, little Cajun girl, and say that I can't stay
Till the morning appears, take my troubles away
Tomorrow we'll find me a thousand miles away
From your whippoorwill song on this moonlit bay
The nights are sultry and the air is sweet
And a saxophone cries out down on Bourbon Street
Out in the quarter you can taste them still
Beignets and coffee till you've had your fill
A lonesome sigil on end
A lonesome sigil on end
Early spring night
Flies off a buoy on a midnight flight
And that Cajun girl is dancin' to a zydeco tune
How'd I appear under a Louisiana moon?
Dance, little Cajun girl, and say that I can't stay
Till the morning appears, take my troubles away
Tomorrow we'll find me a thousand miles away
From your whippoorwill song on this moonlit bay
From your whippoorwill song on this moonlit bay
From your whippoorwill song on this moonlit bay
From your whippoorwill song on this moonlit bay
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