| Maybe it was a dream last night
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| Or, looking into my daughter’s eyes
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| But my heart was sinking
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| Yeah, man, it got me thinking
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| About all of my yesterdays
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| Every memory, every page of my innocence
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| Wishing I could go back when
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| I was wild and free as the Mississippi
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| Playing in the sugar cane
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| A part of me is gone
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| I don’t know when it slipped away
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| I guess I left it in Louisiana
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| Blowing in the wind
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| Hiding in the Quarter
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| Gotta get back there again
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| To the sweet sounds of the bayou
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| Let it wash right over me
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| Make me whole again
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| Bring back that missing piece
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| That I left in Louisiana
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| Well, I still feel the same
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| But the mirror tells me that I’ve changed
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| Every morning, it’s like a subtle warning
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| It comes on like a delta rain
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| Soaks through my skin down to my veins
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| And it leaves me breathless
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| And a little restless
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| Reminding me that life is so fragile
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| Like a thin sheet of a glass
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| The moment you’re living right now
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| Will soon become your past
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| And I left it in Louisiana
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| Blowing in the wind
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| Hiding in the Quarter
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| Gotta get back there again
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| To the sweet sounds of the bayou
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| Let it wash right over me
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| Make me whole again
|
| Bring back that missing piece
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| That I left in Louisiana
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| Every night, I close my eyes
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| And I go walking, under that magnolia sky
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| That I left it in Louisiana
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| Blowing in the wind
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| Hiding in the Quarter
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| Gotta get back there again
|
| To the sweet sounds of the bayou
|
| Let it wash right over me
|
| Make me whole again
|
| Bring back that missing piece
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| That I left in Louisiana
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| Louisiana
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| I guess I left it in Louisiana
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| Louisiana |