Just another Louisiana mornin', bayou rain fallin' without warning; Baby's cryin'... Window's dirty, can't see out it - sittin', and smokin', and thinkin' about it; Lord, I'm so tired... (So tired...) So tired... I've been out working in the long cold night, Too tired to eat, to hungry to fight... (So tired...) Working for the man hard as I can, Trying to make a living in this bayou land... (So tired...) Good Lord, what kind of life is this for my baby? It's bad enough I gotta suffer it myself... Take our love, take us from this bayou country; Let the bayou bums starve by themselves... Just another Lousiana afternoon, drinkin' homemade liquor, two ounce, smooth, 'Til you're hangin'... Don't talk much, 'cause the man 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... (Have to start all over!) Half dead by the end of the night, But it's what I gotta do to get my man a good life... Good Lord, what kind of life is this for my baby? It's bad enough I gotta suffer it myself... Take our love, take us from this bayou country; Let the bayou bums starve by themselves... Let the bayou bums drink themselves to hell!
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