Too Bougie for Bordeaux

Twelve hundred miles from Opelousas and I'm sittin' on a lake. Right on the

Tennessee-Alabama line, I might as well be in Spain. You never know

who you're gonna meet. At a honky tonk or a bar.

I never thought I'd meet someone like you with a heart of gold and

a southern drawl. But you, when I told you I was born on the

bayou. You said, "what?". I said, "baby,

do you like gumbo?". And you said, "what's that?". You said,

"let's go to Bourbon Street". I said, "hell no". 'Cause baby you.