Cajun Angel

Well, I was born to be a rambler
And to walk that rambler’s road
Until I struck old Louisiana
Where that cane and tree moss grows

I was workin’ on a shrimp boat
In a Cajun fishing town
And here I met my Cajun Angel
Prettier she than Jole Blon

Her hair’s long and curly
And her face is gay and bright
And her lips were like red berries
While she sang songs day and night

Yes, her hair’s long and curly
Like the tree moss dangling down
While we walked those palm tree swamp roads
We would sing her Cajun songs

I’ve held hands with Texas beauties
I’ve kissed beside your Alamo
I’ve danced in every juke joint
‘Round that Gulf of Mexico

I’ve rolled your eastern seaboard
Sun on mountains through the west
But this girl with hair like tree moss
She’s the angel that I love the best

Her hair was long and curly
And her face is gay and bright
And her lips are like red berries
While she sang songs day and night

Yes, her hair was long and curly
Like the tree moss dangling down
While we walked those palm tree swamp roads
We would sing her Cajun songs

I would have stayed but Louisiana
Could grow up as pretty girl
Her smile is warm like friendly sunshine
Her teeth are like mother-of-pearl

All your hayfields, all your cane breaks
Turned to perfume in her curls
And all your braces have turned to love songs
With my Cajun Angel girl

Well, her hair was long and curly
And her face is gay and bright
And her lips are like red berries
While she sang songs day and night

Yes, her hair was long and curly
Like the tree moss dangling down
While we walked those palm tree swamp roads
We would sing her Cajun songs