Written by Billy Joe Shaver
(D) Ho(A)ney (D) Chile was a (Bm) Ca(F#)jun gal what (Em) lived in Va(D)che(G)rie She (D) stole away my (A) heart (D) there But (Em) loving don't (D) come (A) free Like Honey (D) 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 true, Honey Chile I didn't Know as I paddled up this river yesterday That a fast-talking gambler would come 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