I would never normally go bowling On a Friday morning in New Orleans But I like to come here to remember The kind of places you took me Like the time we stole a Datsun And drove all night to the Everglades Until we crashed it in a big electric storm And stood there listening to the bayou rain
The county sheriff had a harelip Louisiana's pride and joy He said politely as he cuffed me "I never busted an English boy But I will accept a contribution To the Opelousas' Charity Ball But you better drive this dirty Datsun Into the Gulf of Mexico"
Under a Cajun moon I lay me open There is a spirit here that won't be broken Some words are sad to sing Some leave me tongue-tied (But the hardest thing to tell you) But the hardest words I know Are I love you goodbye I love you goodbye
Typhoon Pierre delayed my plane till morning (Jusqu'au matin) Let the bontemps rouler from your accordion (L'accordien) Under a cajun moon I lay me open (Y'a un esprit partout) There is a spirit here that won't be broken
(Simple words are sad to sing) Some words are sad to sing (They leave me tongue-tied) Some leave you tongue-tied (But the hardest thing to tell you my friend) The hardest words I know (Is I love you goodbye) I love you goodbye (Je t'aime, au revoir) I love you goodbye (Je t'aime, toujours) I love you, goodbyeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.