Louisiana shuffle, line dance
lyrics and music by PGrimaldi
a2002 Floorboard Music
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Belle de Lafayette
Born out on the Black Bayou,
when papa put a squeezebox in her hands
singing songs about the swamp,
to rhythms only cajuns understand
and people come from all around
to listen to that Creole girl get down...
She's never been to New Orleans,
the bayou's where this girl was taught and raised
she always smiles but never talks,
but listen what those ten notes have to say
because I could not believe my eyes or my ears
or how her spirit moved me...
My belle de Lafayette, my belle de Lafayette
my belle de Lafayette, bon temps a la mussette,
my belle de Lafayette
Deep in the heart of Acadia, there's a cajun with a fire,
she prays the lake don't rise, when the gulf storms come.
She's a patron saint of life, burnin candles in the night,
hope her rituals can save me!
Oh, feels like I'm being saved right now, head south!
On the road to Lafayette,
you smell the creole cooking in the air.
When "little Calvin" comes to town
he plays his fiddle from his rockin' chair
and when the locals start to dance,
there's Louisiana magic everywhere...
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