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It was a girl who came from Val d'Or
She had never seen the big city
Driven by a strong north wind
She found herself ©e on a Sunday, in the afternoon
In a lounge bar on rue Jean-Talon
Taking an audition
Sitting on the jukebox
Doris recounts her early childhood:
Mom played the violin, Dad the accordion
And I banged on the cauldrons
I'm ready for anything, I'm ready to sing standing up
Give me a microphone, fifteen minutes of show
And I'll turn the place upside down
I have a lot of things to say
I have a lot of roads to run
I have to sing or I'm going to die
To live I need to make the tables dance
As much as there are some in the club
And you know that I'm capable
It's been a few months of that
I saw her again in the corner of Rouyn
She sang at a wedding
I played in an orchestra
She asked me: Is it better to sing to live
Or to live to sing?
I realized that I knew it
What it's like to have a goal
I walk around bar in grill
It looks like I've lost the thrill
On an old piano with decayed teeth
Doris has started running around again
Plessisville, Marieville, La Pocatière in the evening
Les Escoumins tomorrow morning:
As long as I sing
I'm like a shooting star
There was nothing to stop me
I have to go through myself
I have a lot of things to say
I have a lot of roads to run
I have to sing or else I I'm going to die
To live I need to make the tables dance
As many as there are in the club
And you know that I'm capable