I just got back from New OrleansDown in the city of the Cajun QueenAnd there's a yearning deep inside of me that I can't explainAnd a voice that's a-callin' off of PontchartrainThe crabs are bluer than I've ever seenDown in the traps, it's a crabber's dreamAnd there's a pretty little bag of girl with eyes dark as coalThat cut like a knife to the center of your soulDance, little Cajun girl, and say that I can't stayTill the morning appears, take my troubles awayTomorrow we'll find me a thousand miles awayFrom your whippoorwill song on this moonlit bayThe nights are sultry and the air is sweetAnd a saxophone cries out down on Bourbon StreetOut in the quarter you can taste them stillBeignets and coffee till you've had your fillA lonesome sigil on endA lonesome sigil on endEarly spring nightFlies off a buoy on a midnight flightAnd that Cajun girl is dancin' to a zydeco tuneHow'd I appear under a Louisiana moon?Dance, little Cajun girl, and say that I can't stayTill the morning appears, take my troubles awayTomorrow we'll find me a thousand miles awayFrom your whippoorwill song on this moonlit bayFrom your whippoorwill song on this moonlit bayFrom your whippoorwill song on this moonlit bayFrom your whippoorwill song on this moonlit bayYeah