Too Bougie for Bourgeaux

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-