Lyrics French Cafe - Live at Dockside Studio - Marc Broussard
Friendly
people
But
I
can't
make
out
all
the
words
Melodies
so
sweet
through
all
the
trees
From
different
birds
All
around
me
Sights
and
sounds
and
songs
I've
never
heard
Swearing
I'll
be
back
again
One
more
week
might
do
me
in
And
I
stop
to
catch
my
breath
On
the
slippery
steps
of
Angouleme
And
with
my
little
finger
Across
the
town
I
write
your
name
I
can't
stop
drinking
the
wine
Can't
stop
counting
the
days
A
world
apart,
an
ocean
away
Just
loving
you
baby
Sittin'
here,
loving
you
From
this
little
French
cafe
Oh,
yeah
Turn
the
bed
down,
baby
Pray
that
jumbo
plane's
gonna
bring
me
back
Got
roses
and
bazaracs
Six
Bordeauxs
all
in
a
sack
We
may
know
some
scrapes
But
some
things
we
won't
ever
lack
All
the
fields
of
Beaujolais
Couldn't
buy
you
anyway
Couldn't
buy
you
babe
Oh
And
I
stop
to
catch
my
breath
On
the
mighty
steps
of
Angouleme
And
with
my
little
finger
Across
the
town
I
write
your
name
I
can't
stop
drinking
the
wine
I
can't
stop
counting
the
days
A
world
apart,
an
ocean
away
Just
loving
you
baby
Sittin'
here,
loving
you
From
this
little
French
All
the
oysters
in
Marennes
Whole
French
army
and
Charles
de
Gaulle
A
million
Francs
wouldn't
phase
me
at
all
From
loving
you
baby
Sittin'
here
loving
you
From
this
little
French
cafe
Sittin'
here
loving
you
From
this
little
French
cafe
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