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| It's the Cajun Blues. I just want to get drunk, and when I get drunk I just want to dance and make love all night long. |
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| Let us search...search...search... |
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| If you wouldn't have listened to the counsel of the others you would be here with me today. |
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| Oh the games people play. It hurts me to see them do that. |
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| Hold my dentures! I am going to show you how to dance. |
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| And then they saw I was mad, dear, they brought back my sled. |
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| Let's go to the Courtableau Bayou, little world. To collect some sticks, ya yaille. To make a fire, baby. To boil fiddler crabs. |
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| Now I got lucky, and I made a pile of money and no matter where I go, everyone wants to date me. |
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| On your left hand, there is a wedding band that says turn, turn turn around. |
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| Every time I pass in front of your daddy's door, your daddy is sitting there with a pipe in his smiling mouth. |
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| Oh, let us talk of drinking, no, not of marriage. Always regretting the pretty times past... |
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| Little girls are so cute, but women are deadly. |
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| Open this door and come her, I want to poison you. |
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| Dear everything. |
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| They stole my sled, dear! |
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| Girls from Ville Platte, I don't know what is wrong with them. They are cute, but they are sneaky. |
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| Let's dance Colinda, dance close, Colinda. Let's dance, Colinda, to make the old ladies mad. |
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| Don't look at that, it's not for you. |
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