Bayou Song

Just another Louisiana morning

Bayou rain falling without warning

Babies crying

Windows dirty

I cant see out them

Sitting and smoking and thinking about it

Lord I'm so tired

I've been out working in the long cold night,

I'm too tired to eat, to hungry to fight

Working for the man as hard as I can, trying to make a living in this bayou land

Good lord what kind of life is this for my baby

Its bad enough I gotta suffer it myself

Take our love

takes us from this bayou country

Let the bayou bog starve by itself

Just another Lousiana afternoon

Drinking homemade liquor 2 ounce smooth

Till ya hanging

Don't talk much cause the pain is crazy

times are hard things are hazy

Lord i'm so tired

To make it in this town you gotta work all over

When I get home I start all over

Half dead by the end of the night

But its what I gotta do to get my man a good life

Good lord what kind of life is this for my baby

Its bad enough I gotta suffer it myself

Take our love

takes us from this bayou country

Let the bayou bog starve by itself

Let the bayou bog drink itself to hell