Marc Broussard - French Cafe 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 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