Tim Armstrong Adalida lyrics

Adalida, pretty little cajun queen
Sweet dixie flower, the belle of the bayou
You're every young man's dream
Adalida, I'd walk through a hurricane
To stand beside you sweet Adalida I'd swim the Pontchartrain

Oh no, here you comin' down the road
With your cotton dress a swishin', you gettin' some attention
From all the boys in Thibodaux
Oh my, you really fillin' up their eyes
Smilin' and a winkin', I know what they're thinkin'

But I'm the only one who loves you so

Oh no, the hottest little dish I know
I know you can tell it
You makin' me so jealous from my head down to my toes
Oh me, you could make a redneck green
The way that you're a lookin' you got me cookin'
And I ain't talkin' 'bout Etoufee'