Lucinda Williams - Bus To Baton Rouge Lyrics
I had to go back to that house one more timeTo see if Camellias were in bloomFor so many reasons it's been on my mindThe house on Belmont AvenueBuilt up on cinderblocks off of the groundWhat with the rain and the soft swampy landBy the sweet honeysuckle that grew all aroundWere switches when we were badChorus: I took a bus to Baton Rouge....etc.,All the front rooms were kept closed offI never liked to go in there muchSometimes the doors they'd be locked'Cause there were precious things I couldn't touchThe company couch covered in plasticLittle books about being savedThe dining room table nobody ate atAnd the piano nobody played(Repeat Chorus)There was this beautiful lamp I always lovedA seashore was painted on the shadeIt would turn around when you switched on the bulbAnd gently rock the wavesThe driveway was covered with tiny white seashellsA fig tree stood in the backyard there are other things I remember, as wellBut to tell them would be just too hardGhosts in the wind that blow through my lifeFollow me wherever I goI'll never be free from these chains insideHidden deep down in my soul
