Down in the quarter it's rockin' hard on Frenchman's.
I got a bourbon in my hand as I watch you slowly sway.
Here in the State of Louisiana, it's all we've ever known.
Just a dream, but it feels like yesterday.
Look out the window it's a cold, grey, rainy day.
Can't help but wonder how we ever wound up this way.
A case of a people long forgotten, it's like we never even mattered
A desperation that'll steal your soul away.
Yeah we was livin' free and easy,
But now I'm throwin' wide and long.
Someday I swear pretty baby,
Good Lord willin' gonna take us back where we belong.
Just as with every five year plan and New Deal
There's been a change in the weather comin' fast and strong.
Ridin' in on the rising tide,
Unaware of what lies inside,
Now more than ever gotta read between the lines.
You know it's never been easy.
The road has been long and hard.
Still I swear pretty baby,
Good Lord willin' gonna take us back where we belong.