Old Crow Medicine Show - Black haired quebecoise

^DI was a worn out Yank with an empty tank, when I seen that sign thru the ^Asnow It was either the bar, or L'eglise Saint-Ars, so I figured I had to ^Dgo So I walked on in, and I seen her grin , and I said " bonsoir ma ^Gbelle" I bought her a drink and ^Dstarted to think that, she ^Amight have a story to ^Dtell

Oh, you ^ABlack Haired Quebecoise, ^Dlet me be your beau Francois C'est ^Gsoir, ^Atonight, ^Dalright Oh, ^Awhat you doing way up here, ^Dway across la ^Gfrontiere ^DC'est soir, ^Atonight, ^Dalright

^DShe said, " je m'appelle Bediduelle , je suis de Trois ^ARiviere Et tu es d'ou mon petit chouchou?, je connais pas mon c^Dher...

And my French, it ain't that ^Ggood But I like your smile and its ^Dworth all the miles I ^Aspent haulin' that ^Dwood

Oh, you ^ABlack Haired Quebecoise, l^Det me be your beau Francois C'est ^Gsoir, to^Anight, a^Dlright Oh, ^Awhat you doing way up here, ^Dway across la ^Gfrontiere C'est ^Dsoir, t^Aonight, ^Dalright

^DWell my heart was on my sleeve, I was about ready to leave When this stranger , he walked thru t^Ahe door

And my heart was lying on the f^Dloor Well my wounds were licked, and the beer was kicked It was time to get over ^Gthis, I walked outside to ^Dbum me a ride Sh^Ae came up and gave me a ^Dkiss...

^DWell I walked for miles, and that cold was wild But that kiss sure warmed my ^Aheart It was just my luck, to get to my truck, and hear that old engine ^Dstart I got up the road, to drop off my load, feelin' easy and ^Gfree Mix Quebecoise with my ^Dsouthern drawl, oh ^Awell man c'est la ^Dvie

Oh, you ^ABlack Haired Quebecoise, ^Dlet me be your beau Francois C'est ^Gsoir, ^Atonight, ^Dalright Oh, ^Awhat you doing way up here, ^Dway across la ^Gfrontiere C'est ^Dsoir, ^Atonight, ^Dalright ^GYeah, c'est ^Dsoir, ^Atonight, ^Dalright