Side by side with a Gaspésie woman
I had been living there for a year and a half
Spending my evenings in taverns
drinking with the money of the grocery store
One day she had enough of it
Put my laundry in green bags
Said take your cliques and your slaps
And damn- me your camp my green joual
How I found myself on the boulevard
With my bags like a tramp
At least forty below 'zero
Gaspésie isn't very hot
Spent the night in St-Ulric
In an ATM
That's why I I boarded on the thumb
With a guy from Cap-Chat
That there was an old Nissan Sentra
With styro-foam seats
The guy wasn't chatting
Ah sure the journey was dull
He told me you get off here
When you arrive at Trois-Pistoles
J I found myself on the shoulder
Lost in the middle of Bas St-Laurent
at least forty below zero
I swear to you that §'not hot for the guerlots
I miss my friends from the tavern
And worse my beautiful big Gaspésienne...
Fa'qu' chu got into a Trans-Am
With a lousy guy from Trois-Rivières
Who had a photo of a beautiful woman
Hanging on her mirror
He told me his name was Réal
That old heavy-metal guy liked it
There was an Alice Cooper T-Shirt
A'ec a leather coat with zippers
We chatted all day
He invited me to a party
I found myself in Trois-Riviè res Ouest
In the middle of a game of fess
With a woman from Cap-d'la Madelaine
Who must have been in her forties...
{Spoken}
So the next day we got into his
Van, we took the Laviolette bridge
I rummaged a little in his bag
To find her credit cards
I saw that her name was Gina Pinard
Chatted a little with the girl
Decided to tell my life story there
I have no family
And my name is Rémi
A' cheated on me in Yamaska
If you stop by this place...< br/>Take me on board!

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