"Black-Haired Québécoise" lyrics

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