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Cajun Girl Bill Payne, Martin Kibbee Little Feat Let It Roll - 1988 Intro: D -> G A D
DSerious 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
CYou Gain't seen nothin', 'Ctill Gyou've seen my cajun Dgirl CShe'Gs really somethin', my Csweet Gsinging cajun Dgirl
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
DMight find me a dream, just West of New Orleans If you Epole up the bayou St. John The way Gtwin fiddles play DAnd she squeeze Gon her Asqueeze her box until Gdawn All Enight they carry on D
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