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 hair-lip

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)

But the hardest words I know

(Is I love you goodbye)

Are I love you goodbye

(Je t'aime, au revoir)

I love you goodbye

(Je t'aime, toujours)

I love you, goodbye