I met a little gal around Thibodaux, she said she was 18.
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A hometown hottie she was good to go
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My little Cajun queen.
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She's as hot as good country cooking.
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She'll drive you wild she's so good looking.
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I ain't seen nothing like that girl
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From Shreveport to New Orleans.
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Her daddy found out about our loving
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He was mad as hell and mean.
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We stole his truck to get away and a tank of gasoline.
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He called the law, we started running
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Sirens blaring, heart was pumping, it was a high speed chase and a
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get away from Shreveport to New Orleans.
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She's all I ever wanted.
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She's all I'll ever need.
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I ain't seen nothing like that gal
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From Shreveport to New Orleans.
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I woke up in that motor-court she was nowhere to be seen. She done high-tailed it out of there
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And picked my wallet clean.
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She told the law where I'd been hiding.
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A man came knocking and I went sliding out the window And down the road from Shreveport to New Orleans.
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Chorus
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Out of gas and out of luck and out of hopes and dreams,
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Busted by the state police mile marker 118.
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Judge said, "Son, they'll be no bail."
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Come midnight I broke out of jail
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And I've been trying to find that gal
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From Shreveport to New Orleans.
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Chorus.
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Shreveport to New Orleans
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| Roger Creager |
