Now, we 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 listenin to bayou rains
The county Sheriff had a harelip
Louisiana's pride and joy
He said politely as he cuffed me,
"I never busted an English boy
Well, I will accept a contribution
To the Opelousas Charity Ball
You'd 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 say, some leave me tongue-tied
But the hardest thing to tell you
The hardest words I know: 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'accordeon
Under a Cajun moon I lay me open
Y a un esprit partout
There is a spirit here that won't be broken
Save the words
Some words are sad to say, some leave me tongue-tied
But the hardest thing to tell you my friend
The hardest words I know is: I love you, goodbye
Je t'aime, au revoir
I love you goodbye
Je t'aime toujours
I love you goodbye
Oh, I love you I love you I love you I love you.
Goodbye.
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