Just another Louisiana mornin', bayou rain fallin' without warning;
Baby's cryin'...
Window's dirty, can't see out it - sittin', and smokin', and thinkin' about it;
Lord, I'm so tired... (So tired...) So tired...

I've been out working in the long cold night,
Too tired to eat, to hungry to fight... (So tired...)
Working for the man hard as I can,
Trying to make a living in this bayou land... (So tired...)

Good Lord, what kind of life is this for my baby?
It's bad enough I gotta suffer it myself...
Take our love, take us from this bayou country;
Let the bayou bums starve by themselves...

Just another Lousiana afternoon, drinkin' homemade liquor, two ounce, smooth,
'Til you're hangin'...
Don't talk much, 'cause the man is crazy - times are hard, things are hazy;
Lord, I'm so tired...

To make it in this town, you gotta work all over;
When I get home, I start all over... (Have to start all over!)
Half dead by the end of the night,
But it's what I gotta do to get my man a good life...

Good Lord, what kind of life is this for my baby?
It's bad enough I gotta suffer it myself...
Take our love, take us from this bayou country;
Let the bayou bums starve by themselves...
Let the bayou bums drink themselves to hell!


Lyrics submitted by Mellow_Harsher

Bayou Song song meanings
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