Marc Broussard - French Café lyrics

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 berzeracs

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