It was sometime after midnight
I was looking for a friend
My headlight slid her body
By some pine trees on a bend
I slowed down right beside her
She looked around and climbed inside
She didn't make a sound Evangeline
She said it's not important
My mother loved the bayou,
They named me after what they loved
so the world could understand
We stopped just past the crossroads,
she thanked me once again
I didn't want to leave her,
but I drove on just the same
I thought about her story,
words whispered from her mouth
Her beauty and her innocence
She was gone when I returned
The forest's evening chorus
Was the only sound I heard
Her level thumb may stop you
If you're westbound and alone
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