Shreveport to New Orleans - Roger Creager | Kevin Fowler, Kevin Fowler, Roger Creager

I met a little gal around Thibodaux, she said she was 18

A hometown hottie she was good to go

My little Cajun queen

She’s as hot as good country cooking

She’ll drive you wild she’s so good looking

I ain’t seen nothing like that girl

From Shreveport to New Orleans

Her daddy found out about our loving

He was mad as hell and mean

We stole his truck to get away and a tank of gasoline

He called the law, we started running

Sirens blaring, heart was pumping, it was a high speed chase and a

Get away from Shreveport to New Orleans

She’s all I ever wanted

She’s all I’ll ever need

I ain’t seen nothing like that gal

From Shreveport to New Orleans

I woke up in that motor-court she was nowhere to be seen.

She done high-tailed

it out of there

And picked my wallet clean

She told the law where I’d been hiding

A man came knocking and I went sliding out the window And down the road from

Shreveport to New Orleans

Out of gas and out of luck and out of hopes and dreams

Busted by the state police mile marker 118

Judge said, «Son, they’ll be no bail.»

Come midnight I broke out of jail

And I’ve been trying to find that gal

From Shreveport to New Orleans