Zachary Richard
Roll Me
The moon comes up when the sun goes down
There's not another living soul around
Sneak out of the window and come out on the porch
I'll be waiting by the coulée with a pine tar torch

Over in the cane field by Louis Boudreaux
Between the cane mill and Bayou Carencro
Steam will be rising up above the row
Nobody's gonna see us, nobody gonna know

When you roll, roll, roll me
Take me in your arms and never let me go
Roll, roll, roll me
You know I can't control it when you roll me

Come on, Baby, meet me underneath the Cajun moon
When the cane gets high around the middle of June
We gonna rock it, Baby, all night long
Just as long as the mosquitos gonna leave us alone

I never met a girl like you
I want to show you what might sugar cane can do