Song Description

south Louisiana and jasmine blossoms, cajun cuts of meat and sea salt, bourbon and zydeco sounds in the swampy night, tarot cards and caustic rays of humidity and neon moons feeding rowdy gators...

Lyrics

~ ME AND MY FRENCH SPEAKING WOMAN ~


Air boats on the bayou,
Swamp in the air,
I gotta Gulf Port woman,
With long dirty blonde hair,

And she speaks kinda funny,
But I understand her just fine,
Or at least I do until she's angry,
Then I'm flying blind,

CHORUS:
But we make it work,
And sometimes we don't even try,
Were as good a fit - as a fit can get,
My and my French speaking wife,

Well her daddy is not a nice man,
He's the sort of person who lives to hate,
He's the kind of guy you don't wanna cross,
Even from another state,

Well her brother isn't a talker,
The family all calls him snake,
He has every scar a brawler needs,
But his real name's Gabriel Renee,

CHORUS:
But we make it work,
And sometimes we don't even try,
Were as good a fit - as a fit can get,
My and my French speaking wife,

And I'm told that he got bullied,
About his name back when he was young,
But it's just hard to imagine,
Even hunched over he stands 7 ft. 1'

And now he's my brother in law,
And he served 15 of 20 up state,
Well he's meaner whenever he's sober,
But he's dangerous either way,

CHORUS:
But we make it work,
And sometimes we don't even try,
Were as good a fit - as a fit can get,
My and my French speaking wife,