Black Haired Quebecoise

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[Verse 1]
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I was a worn out Yank with an empty tank, when I seen that sign thru the snow
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It was either the bar, or L'eglise Saint-Ars, so I figured I had to go
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So I walked on in, and I seen her grin , and I said " bonsoir ma belle"
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I bought her a drink and started to think that, she might have a story to tell


[Chorus]
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Oh, you Black Haired Quebecoise, let me be your beau Francois
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Ce soir, tonight, alright
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Oh, what you doing way up here, way across la frontiere
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Ce soir, tonight, alright


[Verse 2]
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She said, " je  m'appelle Bediduelle , je suis de Trois Riviere
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Et tu es d'ou mon petit chou-chou?", "Je connais pas mon cher..."

My truck broke down eight miles from town,
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And my French, it ain't that good
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But I like your smile and its worth all the miles
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I spent haulin' that wood


[Chorus]
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Oh, you Black Haired Quebecoise, let me be your beau Francois
   G       A       D
Ce soir, tonight, alright
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Oh, what you doing way up here, way across la frontiere
   D      A       D
Ce soir, tonight, alright


[Verse 3]
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Well my heart was on my sleeve, I was about ready to leave
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When this stranger , he walked thru the door

He said " qu'est que tu fait avec ma fille"
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And my heart was lying on the floor

Well my wounds were licked, and the beer was kicked
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It was time to get over this, I walked outside to bum me a ride
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She came up and gave me a kiss...


[Verse 4]
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Well I walked for miles, and that cold was wild
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But that kiss sure warmed my heart
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It was just my luck, to get to my truck, and hear that old engine start
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I got up the road, to drop off my load, feelin' easy and free
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Mix Quebecoise with my southern drawl, oh well man  c'est la vie


[Chorus]
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Oh, you Black Haired Quebecoise, let me be your beau Francois
   G     A        D
Ce soir, tonight, alright
    A                           D             G
Oh, what you doing way up here, way across la frontiere
   D     A        D
Ce soir, tonight, alright
G        D     A        D
Yeah, ce soir, tonight, alright