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Well it was out in California |
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By the San Diego Sea |
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That was when I was taken in |
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And it left its mark on me |
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Yeah it nearly drove me crazy |
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'Cause I felt I had no choice |
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Yeah it seemed that I was only marking time |
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With all those sailor boys |
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Louisiana rain is falling at my feet |
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And I'm noticing a change |
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As I move down the street |
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Louisiana rain is soaking through my shoes |
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I may never be the same |
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When I reach Baton Rouge |
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South Carolina put out its arms for me |
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Right up until everything went black |
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Somewhere on a lonely street |
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And I still can't quite remember |
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Who helped me to my feet |
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But thank God for this long neck bottle |
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The angel's remedy |
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Louisiana rain is falling just like tears |
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Running down my face |
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Washing out the years |
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Louisiana rain is soaking through my shoes |
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I may never be the same |
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When I reach Baton Rouge |
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Well I never will get over |
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This English refugee |
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Singing to the Juke Box in some |
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All-Nite Beanery |
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Yeah he was eating hard rock candy |
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And chasing it with tea |
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You should have seem him lick his lips |
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When he looked up at me |
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Louisiana rain is falling at my feet |
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And I'm noticing a change |
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As I move down the street |
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Louisiana rain is soaking through my shoes |
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I may never be the same |
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When I reach Baton Rouge |
