evangeline

she stands on the banks of the mighty mississippi, alone in the pale moonlight, waiting for a man, a riverboat gambler, said that he'd return tonight, they used to waltz on the banks of the mighty mississippi, loving the whole night through, 'til the riverboat gambler went off to make a killing, and bring it on back to you. evangeline, evangeline, curses the soul of the mississippi queen, that pulled her man away. bayou sam, from the south lousianne, had gambling in his veins, evangeline, from the maritimes, was slowly going insane. high on the top of hickory hill, she stands in the lightning and thunder, down on the river the boat was a-sinking, she watched that queen go under