(McNabb)
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It was sometime after midnight
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I was looking for a friend
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My headlights lit her body by some pine trees on a bend
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I slowed down right beside her
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I turned the music down
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She looked around then climbed inside
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She didn't make a sound
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Evangeline!
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Well, soon we started talking
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I asked her for her name
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She said it's not important but I'll tell you anyway
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My Mother loved the bayou
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My Daddy worked the land
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They named me after what they loved
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So the world would understand
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Evangeline!
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We stopped just past the crossroads
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She thanked me once again
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I didn't wanna leave her but I drove on just the same
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I thought about her story
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Words whispered from her mouth
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Her beauty and her innocence a credit to the South
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Evangeline!
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I could not believe, she was gone when I returned
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The forest's evening chorus was the only sound I heard
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Now if you ever see her,
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Be sure to say hello
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Her leveled thumb may stop you if you're Westbound and alone
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Evangeline!
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Evangeline
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The Icicle Works |