| The wind tonight ain’t all that cries
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| Leaves like tears fall outside
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| She knows I’m blowing with the season change
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| Looking at me and I hear her say:
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| Lay, chere, just a little bit longer
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| You’ll be gone so long out West
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| Stay, chere, just a little bit longer
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| Do pass back to Bayou Teche
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| The wheel I turn ain’t all that moans
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| Crossing this levee road alone
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| The gravel I bust and the dust I breathe
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| Won’t shake her haunting words to me:
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| Lay, chere, just a little bit longer
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| You’ll be gone so long out West
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| Stay, chere, just a little bit longer
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| Do pass back to Bayou Teche
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| The road I’m on ain’t all that bends
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| My will is breaking down again
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| The Gulf of Mexico to Monterey Bay
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| Till I turn myself around I’m gonna hear her say:
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| Lay, chere, just a little bit longer
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| You’ll be gone so long out West
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| Stay, chere, just a little bit longer
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| Do pass back to Bayou Teche
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| Lay, chere, just a little bit longer
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| You’ll be gone so long out West
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| Stay, chere, just a little bit longer
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| And do pass back to Bayou Teche |