| Adalida, pretty little cajun queen
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| Sweet dixie flower, the belle of the bayou
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| You’re every young man’s dream
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| Adalida, I’d walk through a hurricane
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| To stand beside you sweet Adalida
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| I’d swim the Pontchartrain
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| Oh no, here you comin’down the road
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| With your cotton dress a swishin', you gettin’some attention
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| From all the boys in the Thibodaux
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| Oh my your really feelin’up their eyes
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| Smilin’and a winkin', I know what they’re thinkin'
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| But I’m the only one who loves you so!
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| Adalida, pretty little cajun queen
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| Sweet dixie flower, the belle of the bayou
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| You’re every young man’s dream
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| Adalida, I’d walk through a hurricane
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| To stand beside you sweet Adalida
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| I’d swim the Pontchartrain
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| Oh no, the hottest little dish I know
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| I know you can tell it, you makin’me so jealous
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| From my head down to my toes
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| Oh me you could make a redneck green
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| The way that you’re a lookin', you got me cookin'
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| And I ain’t talkin''bout Etoufee' |