| Well it was out in California by the San Diego sea
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| That was when I was taken in and it left its mark on me Yeah she nearly drove me crazy with all those China toys
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| And I know she really didn’t mean a thing to any of those sailor boys
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| Louisiana rain is falling at my feet
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| Baby I’m noticing the change 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 when I reach Baton Rouge
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| South Carolina put out its arms for me Right up until everything went black somewhere on Lonely Street
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| And I still can’t quite remember who helped me to my feet
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| Thank God for a love that followed the angel’s remedy
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| Louisiana rain is falling just like tears
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| Running down my face, 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 when I reach Baton Rouge
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| Well I never will get over this English refugee
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| Singing to the jukebox in some all-night beanery
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| Yeah he was eating pills like candy and chasing them with tea
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| You should have seen him lick his lips, that old black muddied beak
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| Louisiana rain is falling at my feet
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| Baby I’m noticing the change as I move down the street
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| Louisian rain is soaking through my shoes |