Marc Broussard

Marc Broussard - French Cafe lyrics

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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



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