From the recording Le Blues Du Blanc Down The Bayou
Lyrics
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Estelle, my Belle, Estelle, my Belle
A7
Bourre' baby till the sun come up
E7
Fiddle on the bayou when the trappings all done
A7
Gonna make the boudin, crawfish bisque good too
B7
But till papa come to get us gonna run the bayou
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Estelle, my Belle, Estelle, my Belle
A7
Take a pirogue down the bayou picking moss with the moon
E7
Gonna Fais Do Do, and dance like a fool
A7
Get up early in the morning and be picking pecans
B7
But when the sun goes down she gonna be long gone
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Estelle, my Belle, Estelle, my Belle
A7
That Comeaux boy he’s got eyes like the sky
E7
With jet black hair makes her tremble and sigh
A7
See that moccasin moving through the cypress knees
B7
Then the lighting strikes and blows the top of the trees
E7 A7 E7
Estelle, my Belle, Estelle, my Belle
A7
Bourre' baby till the sun come up
E7
Fiddle on the bayou when the trappings all done
A7
Gonna make the boudin, crawfish bisque good too
B7
But till papa come to get us gonna run the bayou
E7 A7 E7
Estelle, my Belle, Estelle, my Belle
