Just another Louisiana morning Bayou rain falling without warning Babies crying Windows dirty I can’t 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 It’s bad enough I got to suffer it myself Take our love Takes us from this bayou country Let the bayou bog starve by itself
Just another Louisiana afternoon Drinking homemade liquor 2 ounce smooth Till you 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 got to work all over When I get home I start all over Half dead by the end of the night But it’s what I got to do to get my man a good life
Good Lord what kind of life is this for my baby It’s bad enough I got to suffer it myself Take our love Takes us from this bayou country Let the bayou bog starve by itself