I left here on a holiday

Went down to New Orleans

It wasn’t long before I met

A pretty young Cajun Queen

She smiled and held out her hand

And placed it in mine

She said I hope you’re ready

Gonna have a Cajun time



And I went to meet her Papa

And I met her Momma too

She said you’re from the Maritimes

We’re pleased to meet you

When she played the fiddle

And the accordion Papa played

Soon this pretty young Cajun Queen

Just stole my heart away


We did the bar scene circuit

And Preservation Hall

She took me Cajun dancing

And we just had a ball

And French Quarter dining

Well I never stood a chance

Came here for a holiday

Now I can’t leave this romance



      ©Rollie Herritt November 05, 2001

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