Cajun Girl Bill Payne, Martin Kibbee Little Feat Let It Roll - 1988 Intro: D -> G A D D Serious blue eyes, so pale and 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 C G C G D You ain't seen nothin', 'till you've seen my cajun girl C G C G D She's really somethin', my sweet singing cajun girl Cook cajun, speak creole, and lay on the spice Her fancy so free on these Saturday nights She sings and she plays at the parish hall dance Big city chanteuses just don't stand a chance You ain't seen nothin', 'till you've seen my cajun girl She's really somethin', my sweet singing cajun girl D Might find me a dream, just West of New Orleans E If you pole up the bayou St. John G The way twin fiddles play D G A G And she squeeze on her squeeze her box until dawn E D All night they carry on Tell long leg Lucille I must send my regrets It's nothin' she's done, it's just someone I met With innocent heart, true talent so rare She bloom on the bayou, this flower so fair You ain't seen nothin', 'till you've seen my cajun girl She's really somethin', my sweet singing cajun girl You ain't seen nothin', 'till you've seen my cajun girl Might find me a dream, just West of New Orleans If you pole up the bayou St. John The way twin fiddles play And she squeezes her box until dawn All night they carry on