The moon comes up when the sun goes down,
There's not another living soul around.
Sneak out of the window and come out on the porch,
I'll be waiting by the coulée with a pine tar torch.
Over in the cane field by Louis Boudreaux,
Between the cane mill and Bayou Carencro,
Steam will be rising up above the row,
Nobody's gonna see us, nobody gonna know.
When you roll, roll, roll me.
Take me in your arms and never let me go.
Roll, roll, roll me.
You know I can't control it when you roll me.
Come on, Baby, meet me underneath the Cajun moon,
When the cane gets high around the middle of June.
We gonna rock it, Baby, all night long,
Just as long as the mosquitos gonna leave us alone.
I never met a girl like you,
I want to show you what might sugar cane can do.
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- Migration
- Mardi Gras
- Zack Attack
- Women In The Room
- Allons Danser
- Snake Bite Love
- Bayou Des Mysteres
- Miscellaneous
- High Time: The Elektra Recordings
- Silver Jubilee: The Best Of
- Louisiana Spice: 25 Years of Louisiana Music on Rounder...
- New Orleans: Virgin Mega Music
- 2 Meter Sessies, Volume 2
- The Rough Guide to the Music of Louisiana
- KBCO Studio C, Volume 3
- E-Town Live
- Anthologie 1976-1999
- Mardi Gras Mambo
- Hurricane on the Bayou
- Looking Back