| Mama said she don’t give a damn what those people say
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| Cane smoke can’t be good for you day after day
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| Every year at harvest time when the black smoke filled the sky
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| Shed pick me up and take me home and make me stay inside
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| From Thibodaux to Raceland there’s fire in the fields
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| All the way up the bayou from Lafourche to Iberville
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| Dirty air, dirty laundry, dirty money, dirty rain
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| A dirty dark at daybreak burning the sugar cane
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| Christmas on the bayou, midnight come and gone
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| Driving past the sugar mill and all the lights are on
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| The parking lot is full of trucks I can see the furnace glow
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| Everybody’s working overtime, it’s a good job, even though
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| From Thibodaux to Raceland there’s fire in the fields
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| All the way up the bayou from Lafourche to Iberville
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| Dirty air, dirty laundry, dirty money, dirty rain
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| A dirty dark at daybreak burning the sugar cane
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| First came the sugar cane, then came Thibodaux
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| Cane sugar built this town, cane sugar paved these roads
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| They burn the leaves to harvest cash, money for the company
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| Money makes the world go round, money, money, money
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| From Thibodaux to Raceland there’s fire in the fields
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| All the way up the bayou from Lafourche to Iberville
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| Dirty air, dirty laundry, dirty money, dirty rain
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| A dirty dark at daybreak burning, burning
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| The soot and ash are falling like a dark and deadly snow
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| The air is full of poison to the Gulf of Mexico
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| Dirty air, dirty laundry dirty money dirty rain |