Down in Louisiana close to Lafayette
I met a girl named Gigi that I never will forget
She wanted me to take her to a place called Fountaineau
That's where I got acquainted with Jacques Pierre Bardeaux

He don't pull no pirogue, he don't cook no gumbo
He ain't seen a bayou since he was ten years old
But you can't find a Cajun in all of Louisiana
That don't love the fiddlin' of Jacques Pierre Bardeaux

He can make you happy, he can make you cry
He can make an old forgotten memory come alive
He can tell a story with a fiddle and a bow
You can almost read the mind of Jacques Pierre Bardeaux

He don't pull no pirogue, he don't cook no gumbo
He ain't seen a bayou since he was ten years old
But you can't find a Cajun in all of Louisiana
That don't love the fiddlin' of Jacques Pierre Bardeaux

Of all the girls then I've known in places that I've been
I'd rather be with Gigi down in Fountaineau's again
When I hear a Cajun song on the radio
I think about the fiddlin' of Jacques Pierre Bardeaux

He don't pull no pirogue, he don't cook no gumbo
He ain't seen a bayou since he was ten years old
You can't find a Cajun in all of Louisiana
That don't love the fiddlin' of Jacques Pierre Bardeaux