La Gonave I see your mist. La Gonave well I know you're kissed. By the same sea of trouble. That stretches back home. La Gonave. You've got troubles of your own.
Late one night on a road in Texas. I pulled into an all-night cafe. What's my pleasure? Well ma'am the fact is, I don't know. . Sat down next to a "Rajun' Cajun".