Jimmy Buffett — Rue De La Guitare

[Chorus] A Sunday off in gay Paris I was bound for the sacred street God's the draw up on Montmartre But not Rue de la Guitare Ne pas Rue de la Guitare [Verse 1] Like melodies that never fade B-girls perform their masquerades Pigale is still a strange bizarre Down on Rue de la Guitare Rue de la Guitare [Verse 2] Windows filled with long lost dreams Unfinished songs on rusty strings From Nazareth across the sea She'd somehow caught up with me Her fait accompli [Verse 3] I read the wood and felt the scars They spoke of nights in smoky bars How many songs, how many beers Had caused her journey here [Chorus] A toast to those who love to hear A D-18 played Lightfoot clear Music still lives in shops and bars Along Rue de la Guitare Rue de la Guitare [Outro] Now over here, people sing "Comment ca va, monsieur Buffett? Un verre de vin, une chanson a jouer" Vive Rue de la Guitare