Pure Prairie League - Cajun Girl lyrics

(Bill Payne/Martin Kibbee) Serious blue eyes, so pale & 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' 'til you seen my Cajun Girl She's really something, my sweet-singing Cajun Girl Cook Cajun, speak Creole & lay on the spice Her fancy so free on them Saturday nights She sing & she play with the parish hall band Big city chanteuses just don't stand a chance You ain't seen nothin' 'til you seen my Cajun Girl She's really something, my sweet-singing Cajun Girl You might find my dream just west of New Orleans If you pole down the Bayou St. John The way twin fiddles play And she squeeze on her squeezebox 'til dawn All night she'll carry on You ain't seen nothin' 'til you seen my Cajun Girl She's really something, my sweet-singing Cajun Girl She's really something, my sweet-singing Cajun Girl Tell long-legged Lucille I must send my regrets It's nothing she done, it's just someone I met With innocent heart, true talent so rare She blooms on the bayou, this flower so fair You ain't seen nothin' 'til you seen my Cajun Girl She's really something, my sweet-singing Cajun Girl She's really something, my sweet-singing Cajun Girl