It was a cold November evening
And all the clothes were out to dry
And through a neighbour's kitchen window
Came the sound of a lullaby.
It grew from soft to swinging
That's when the fiddle soudns kicked in.
I knew just then it was the time
For la bande of us to sing.
Chorus:
Born on the bayou, danced our lives away.
The feet tapped out to the melody.
Clapped hands in the same old way.
Born on the bayou, Martin à Léo qui joue.
Les pieds qui sautent du haut en bas.
On se frappe les mains sur les genoux.
C'était un long dimanche après-midi.
Tout le monde venait chez-nous
Pour écouter de la belle musique
Et boire un petit coup.
Les vieux, les jeunes, les hommes et femmes
L'bébé qui fait dodo.
Ils visitaient tous les dimanches
La famille des Boudreau.
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