Williams, Lucinda - Louisiana Story Lyrics






In deep south
When I was growing up
Looking back on sweetness
Looking back on the rough

The sun going down
Crickets at night
Amour sounds
And mosquito bites

Swatting at a fly
Hearing the neighbors talk
It's so hot you could fry
An egg on the sidewalk

Outside playing
Barefoot in the street
Tar will be sticking
To the bottom of my feet

Running and chasing after
The ice cream wagon
Mama, can I have a quarter
So I can get me one

On a good day, Mama'd make us
Sweet coffee milk
On bad day's she'd cuss
When something got spilled

Her daddy taught the Bible
Lake Charles to Monroe
Shreveport to Slydell
Batton Rouge to Tibadeux

He'd chew tobacco
Spit it out in a can
All the while hollering
Don't let the screen door slam

Her daddy's kind
Didn't spare the rod
Blinded by the fear
And the wrath of the Lord

He'd call us sinners
Say you're going to hell
Now finish your dinner
And tell 'em you fell

And when the blood came
Mama told her
She was unclean
And her mama would scold her

Mama always felt
Christian gilt
And then put to bed
Under a homemade quilt

God knows it rains
In Louisiana
But not enough to wash away
Sins of the father

God knows Mama
Loved her daughter
And they say that blood
Is thicker than water

Out in deep south
When I was growing up
Looking back on the sweetness
Looking back on the rough





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  1. S.... g....

    What the heck? She sounds high.

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

    Catching a ride into town on the tongue of a dusty old buckboard.

  3. s.... ....

    I had forgotten all about finding, and bursting "tar bubbles", with bare toes on summertime Louisiana roads.

  4. R.... H....

    Makes me miss my parents and grandparents who are gone. Devastatingly beautiful. A mother's/grandmother's love can never be replaced. Thanks Lu. Can't wait to see you again.

  5. G.... B....

    This is such a beautiful song. Beautiful and tragic. It's a brave song. A courageous song. I played it to a friend. It was one of those moments where you think, "I wonder if she'll get this song?" You think she will and take the chance. It's a chance because you love the song so much and if she doesn't you will feel disappointed. As the song unfolds you look across at her. There is no response. She is quiet and listening closely. The song finishes. She looks over. You realize she has been softly crying. There are tears in her eyes. She says: "This song has just told the story of my life." I don't know if anyone has thanked you for a song before Lucinda. I want to think they have, thousands of times over the years. But I'm thanking you for this one anyway. So strong. So brave. So sad. I hope I'll see you in Tasmania again one day.

    G.... B....

    nice greg