Poutine

I am a rover, American
 A pair of green eyes, 5'10
 It was to be, my final dance
 I rambled over La belle province
 Montreal, rimouski,
 Repentigny, chicoutimi
 The light inside me is getting dim
 God can't help the state I'm in
 I met a man, his name was Joe
 He said there's one place, you got to go
 Along the mighty saguenay
 We ended up at Chez bebe
 Chez bebe, j'ai ressaisi
 La picardie, je l'ai compris
 The light inside me is getting dim
 God can't help the state I'm in
 Good morning sky, good morning sun
 My prohibition has just begun
 I'll pack it in I'll take the vow
 If I have friends, I need them now
 But when the sun is in the west
 I'm in the arms of a perfect mess
 My only weakness, the perfect sin
 God can't help the state I'm in