Lucinda Williams - Bus To Baton Rouge Lyrics






I had to go back to that house one more time
To see if Camellias were in bloom
For so many reasons it's been on my mind
The house on Belmont Avenue

Built up on cinderblocks off of the ground
What with the rain and the soft swampy land
By the sweet honeysuckle that grew all around
Were switches when we were bad

[Chorus:]
I took a bus to Baton Rouge....[etc.]

All the front rooms were kept closed off
I never liked to go in there much
Sometimes the doors they'd be locked
'Cause there were precious things I couldn't touch

The company couch covered in plastic
Little books about being saved
The dining room table nobody ate at
And the piano nobody played



(Repeat Chorus)

There was this beautiful lamp I always loved
A seashore was painted on the shade
It would turn around when you switched on the bulb
And gently rock the waves

The driveway was covered with tiny white seashells
A fig tree stood in the backyard there are other things I remember, as well
But to tell them would be just too hard

Ghosts in the wind that blow through my life
Follow me wherever I go

I'll never be free from these chains inside
Hidden deep down in my soul





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  1. m.... r....

    I sometimes feel like this is the woman from Dave Alvin;s Abeline continuing on her way .

  2. c.... z....

    GHOSTS IN THE WIND THAT BLOW THROUGH MY lIFE

  3. S.... ....

    I had to go back to that house one more time
    To see if the camellias were in bloom
    For so many reasons its been on my mind
    The house on Belmont Avenue
    Built up on cinder blocks off the ground
    What with the rain and the soft swampy land
    By the sweet honeysuckle that grew all around
    Were switches when we were bad
    I took a bus to Baton Rouge
    I took a bus to Baton Rouge
    All the front rooms were kept closed off
    I never liked to go in there much
    Sometimes the doors they'd be locked 'cause
    There were precious things that I couldn't touch
    The company couch covered in plastic
    Little books about being saved
    The dining room table nobody ate at
    The piano nobody played
    I took a bus to Baton Rouge
    I took a bus to Baton Rouge
    There was this beautiful lamp I always loved
    A seashore was painted on the shade
    It would turn around when you switched on the bulb
    And gently rock the waves
    The driveway was covered with
    Tiny white seashells
    A fig tree stood in the backyard
    There are other things I remember as well
    But to tell them would just be too hard
    Ghosts in the wind that blow through my life
    Follow me wherever I go
    I'll never be free from these chains inside
    Hide deep deep down in my soul
    I took a bus to Baton Rouge
    I took a bus to Baton Rouge

  4. J.... H....

    Favourite Lucinda Williams song. So many masterpieces to choose from, many of them on this album. Childhood memories that resonate from Louisiana to Nottingham, the same the world over. 'I'll never be free from these chains inside, hidden deep down in my soul.'

  5. M.... M....

    My all time favorite Lucinda Williams song ....

  6. b.... j....

    Wow, no comments? This is a beautiful song.