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 politley 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