French Cafe

Marc Broussard

Friendly people 
But I can't make out all the words 
Melodies so sweet through all the trees 
From different birds 
All around me 
Sights and sounds and songs I've never heard 
Swearing I'll be back again 
One more week might do me in 

And I stop to catch my breath 
On the slippery steps of Angouleme 
And with my little finger 
Across the town I write your name 

I can't stop drinking the wine 
Can't stop counting the days 
A world apart, an ocean away 
Just loving you baby 
Sittin' here, loving you 
From this little French cafe 

Oh, yeah 
Turn the bed down, baby 
Pray that jumbo plane's gonna bring me back 
Got roses and bazaracs 
Six Bordeauxs all in a sack 
We may know some scrapes 
But some things we won't ever lack 
All the fields of Beaujolais 
Couldn't buy you anyway 
Couldn't buy you babe 

Oh 
And I stop to catch my breath 
On the mighty steps of Angouleme 
And with my little finger 
Across the town I write your name 

I can't stop drinking the wine 
I can't stop counting the days 
A world apart, an ocean away 
Just loving you baby 
Sittin' here, loving you 
From this little French 

All the oysters in Marennes 
Whole French army and Charles de Gaulle 
A million Francs wouldn't phase me at all 
From loving you baby 
Sittin' here loving you 
From this little French cafe 
Sittin' here loving you 
From this little French cafe