daylight and the rain is fallin', the highway's callin' me
back to my bayou cradle, where folks don't label me
going to Louisiana ...... going to Louisiana ................
bayou's on a misty mornin' , the gators roaming free
down in the land i was born in the summer of oh-three
going to Louisiana ...... going to Louisiana ................
down there where no phones are ringin', the crickets singin' sweet
back home where the moss is hangin' from the old oak trees
up here with the big jets soaring, this life is boring me
no more of these people screamin', tomorrow i'll be free
going to Louisiana ...... going to Louisiana ................
stephenhsmith 5.25.2003
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