Weit im suden, leigt ein hafen
Es war vunderbar, dort vor einem jahr
Tausend wunder, dort im hafen sind die grunde
das ich bald, nach suden fahr

San Fernando, San Fernando
Ich Komm weider, wenn die rosen wieder bluhn
San Fernando, gruss Maria
Gruss die sterne und die liebesmelodien

Weit im suden, leigt ein hafen
Der voll Zauber ist, den man nei verygisst
Doch das schonste, doch im hafen
Sind die lippen, die mich tausendmal gekusst

San Fernando, San Fernando
Ich Komm weider, wenn die rosen wieder bluhn
San Fernando, gruss Maria
Gruss die sterne und die liebesmelodien

Kaw-Liga was a wooden indian standing by the door
He fell in love with an indian maid over in the antique store
Kaw-Liga just stood there and never let it show
So she could never answer yes or no

He always wore his sunday feathers and held a tomahawk
The maiden wore her beads and braids and hoped someday he’d talk
Kaw-Liga, too stubborn to ever show a sign
Because his heart was made of knotty pine

Poor old kaw-liga, he never got a kiss
Poor old kaw-liga, he don’t know what he missed
Is it any wonder that his face is red?
Kaw-Liga,that poor old wooden head

Kaw-Liga was a lonely indian, never went nowhere
His heart was set on the indian maid with the coal black hair
Kaw-Liga just stood there and never let it show
So she could never answer yes or no

Poor old kaw-liga, he never got a kiss
Poor old kaw-liga, he don’t know what he missed
Is it any wonder that his face is red?
Kaw-Liga,that poor old wooden head

Then one day a wealthy customer bought the indian maid
And took her oh so far away, but old kaw-liga stayed
Kaw-Liga just stands there as lonely as can be
And wishes he was still an old pine tree

Poor old kaw-liga, he never got a kiss
Poor old kaw-liga, he don’t know what he missed
Is it any wonder that his face is red?
Kaw-Liga,that poor old wooden head

Kaw-liga, Kaw-liga Kaw-Liga….

Goodbye, Joe, me gotta go, me oh my oh.
Me gotta go, pole the pirogue down the bayou.
My Yvonne, the sweetest one, me oh my oh.
Son of a gun, we’ll have big fun on the bayou.

Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fil’ gumbo
‘Cause tonight I’m gonna see my ma cher amio.
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gayo,
Son of a gun, we’ll have big fun on the bayou.

Thibodaux, Fontaineaux, the place is buzzin’,
kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen.
Dress in style and go hog wild, me oh my oh.
Son of a gun, we’ll have big fun on the bayou.

Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fil’ gumbo
‘Cause tonight I’m gonna see my ma cher amio.
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gayo,
Son of a gun, we’ll have big fun on the bayou.

Settle down far from town, get me a pirogue
and I’ll catch all the fish in the bayou.
Swap my mon to buy Yvonne what she need-o.
Son of a gun, we’ll have big fun on the bayou.

Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fil’ gumbo
‘Cause tonight I’m gonna see my ma cher amio.
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gayo,
Son of a gun, we’ll have big fun on the bayou.

Working all day And the sun don’t shine
Trying to get by And I’m just killing time
I feel the rain Fall the whole night through
Far away from you California Blue

California Blue Dreaming all alone
Nothing else to do California Blue
Everyday I pray I’ll be on my way
Saving love for you California Blue

One sunny day, I’ll get back again
Somehow, someway But I don’t know when
California Blue California Blue

Living my life With you on my mind
Thinking of things That I left far behind
It’s been so long Doing all I can do
To get back to you California Blue

California Blue Dreaming all alone
Nothing else to do California Blue
Everyday I pray I’ll be on my way
Saving love for you California Blue

One sunny day I’ll get back again
Somehow, someway But I don’t know when
California Blue California Blue

Still missing you California Blue
Still missing you California Blue
Still missing you California Blue