Paroles de Acadian Saturday Night
Uncle Emmel's been gone now nearly ten daysTold his wife he'd be gone for the fishin
But in the waters off St. Pierre and Miquelon Isles
The fishes come in bottles of gold
If the Anne-Marie don't break and the Mounties stay blind, he'll be back before the moon is risin
With a very fine catch all safe in the hold
Thirty cases of Trinidad Light
For Acadian Saturday Night
Now Emmiline Comeu works at the general store
Papa says it's good for the custom
She's got eyes like fire and hair past her shoulders
As shiny black as ant'racite coal
You can see her sunday morning on St. Phillipe Road
Her momma close behind like a dragon
But her momma don't know what she does behind the hall
Away from the music and the light
On Acadian Saturday Night
And it's oh ho, don't the fiddle make you roll?
Your heart, she'd pound like a hammer
There's a fat lady beatin the piano like a drum
And everybody's higher than a kite
On Acadian Saturday Night
Now Granpa says it was better in his day And the revenue cutters were slow,
Still the old Anne-Marie has wings on the water
And there's nothin like Trinidad Light
On Acadian Saturday Night
And it's oh ho, don't the fiddle make you roll?
Your heart she'd pound like a hammer
There's a fat lady beatin the piano like a drum
And everybody's higher than a kite
And it's oh ho, don't the fiddle make you roll?
Your heart she'd pound like a hammer
There's a fat lady beatin the piano like a drum
And everybody's higher than a kite
On Acadian Saturday Night
For Acadian Saturday Night
Now Emmiline Comeu works at the general store
Papa says it's good for the custom
She's got eyes like fire and hair past her shoulders
As shiny black as ant'racite coal
You can see her sunday morning on St. Phillipe Road
Her momma close behind like a dragon
But her momma don't know what she does behind the hall
Away from the music and the light
On Acadian Saturday Night
And it's oh ho, don't the fiddle make you roll?
Your heart, she'd pound like a hammer
There's a fat lady beatin the piano like a drum
And everybody's higher than a kite
On Acadian Saturday Night
Now Granpa says it was better in his day And the revenue cutters were slow,
Still the old Anne-Marie has wings on the water
And there's nothin like Trinidad Light
On Acadian Saturday Night
And it's oh ho, don't the fiddle make you roll?
Your heart she'd pound like a hammer
There's a fat lady beatin the piano like a drum
And everybody's higher than a kite
And it's oh ho, don't the fiddle make you roll?
Your heart she'd pound like a hammer
There's a fat lady beatin the piano like a drum
And everybody's higher than a kite
On Acadian Saturday Night
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