Honey Chile was a Cajun gal what lived in Vacherie 
She stole away my heart there 
But loving [bad word] free 
Like Honey Chile's 

Honey Chile, all my friends told me three times or two 
I can't make you love me, I can't make you be [bad word]  Honey Chile 

I didn't Know as I paddled up this river yesterday 
That a fast-talking gambler [bad word] and steal away my Honey Chile 

Honey Chile, why'd you go and dome me that way 
Why'd You leave me crying on the levee that day, Honey Chile 

Honey Chile, I done told you if you leave me, don't look back 
I'll done you like them crawfish, put you in a burlap sack, Honey Chile 

Than I searched 'til I found you in that house in New Orleans 
You was trompin' out my heart there, being anybody's queen, Honey Chile 

You didn't know when we left there headed back to Vacherie 
That the ones we left behind us had seen all there was to see of Honey Chile

Honey Chile, as I paddle up this river looking back 
I see a bump on the levee, I'm missing one burlap sack and Honey Chile.