Little Feat — Cajun Girl

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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 sing and she play
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 my dream, just west of new orleans

If you pole up the bayou st. john
The way twin fiddles play
And she squeezes her box ’til dawn
All night they carry on
Tell long leg lucille
I must send my regrets

It’s nothin’ she 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 my dream, just west of new orleans

If you pole up the bayou st. john
The way twin fiddles play
And she squeeze on her box ’til dawn
All night they carry on