It was sometime after midnight
I was looking for a friend
My headlights lit her body by some pine trees on a bend
I slowed down right beside her
I turned the music down
She looked around then climbed inside
She didn't make a sound
Evangeline!
Well, soon we started talking
I asked her for her name
She said it's not important but I'll tell you anyway
My Mother loved the bayou
My Daddy worked the land
They named me after what they loved
So the world would understand
Evangeline!
We stopped just past the crossroads
She thanked me once again
I didn't wanna leave her but I drove on just the same
I thought about her story
Words whispered from her mouth
Her bauty and her innocence a credit to the South
Evangeline!
I could not believe, she was gone when I returned
The forest's evening choruse was the only sound I heard
Now if you ever see her,
Be sure to say hello
Her levelled thumb may stop you if you're Westbound and alone
