Black-Haired Québécoise

I was a worn out yank with an empty tank When I seen that sign through the snow It was Eazabar, l'église Saint-Ars So I figured I had to go So I walked on in and I seen her grin And I said, "Bonsoir, ma belle" I bought her a drink and I started to think That she might have a story to tell Oh, you black-haired Québécoise Let me be your beau François, ce soir Tonight, alright Oh, what you doin' way up there? Way across la frontière, ce soir Tonight, alright She said, "Je m'appelle Bediduelle, je suis de Trois-Rivières Et tu es doux, mon petit chouchou" Je n'connais pas, mon cher My truck broke down eight miles from town And my French it ain't that good But I like your smile and it's worth all the miles that I spent haulin that wood Oh, you black-haired Québécoise Let me be your beau, François, ce soir Tonight, alright Oh, what you doin' way up there? Way across la frontière, ce soir Tonight, alright Well, my heart was on my sleeve, I was about ready to leave When a stranger, he walked through the door He said, "Qu'est-ce que tu fais avec ma fille?" And my heart was lying on the floor Well, my wounds were licked and the bear was kicked It was time to get over this I walked outside to bum me a ride She came up and gave me a kiss Well, I walked for miles and that cold was wild But that kiss sure warmed my heart It was just my luck to get to my truck And hear that old engine start I got up the road, drop off my load Feelin' easy and free Mix Québécoise, with my southern drawl Oh, well man, c'est la vie Oh, you black-haired Québécoise Let me be your beau François, ce soir Tonight, alright Oh, what you doin' way up there? Way across la frontière, ce soir Tonight, alright Eh, ce soir Tonight, alright