| 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 And it left its mark on me 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 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 |