Lyrics

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Estelle, my Belle, Estelle, my Belle

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Bourre' baby till the sun come up

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Fiddle on the bayou when the trappings all done

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Gonna make the boudin, crawfish bisque good too

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But till papa come to get us gonna run the bayou

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Estelle, my Belle, Estelle, my Belle

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Take a pirogue down the bayou picking moss with the moon

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Gonna Fais Do Do, and dance like a fool

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Get up early in the morning and be picking pecans

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But when the sun goes down she gonna be long gone

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Estelle, my Belle, Estelle, my Belle






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That Comeaux boy he’s got eyes like the sky

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With jet black hair makes her tremble and sigh

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See that moccasin moving through the cypress knees

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Then the lighting strikes and blows the top of the trees

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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

E7 A7 E7
Estelle, my Belle, Estelle, my Belle