Beaucoups Of Blues

I left louisian, i had me big plans

To go out and take me all over this land.

To see me the world, i left my sweet girl

And gave it a whirl but now here i stand,

Along side the road with holes in my soul and my shoes

And beaucoups of blues.

Oh, sweet magnolia,

Breath carried over the marsh by a breeze from the gulf.

I'm coming home, (coming home)

I've had me enough.

Oh, where are the things i saw in my dreams?

Where's the happy that freedom should bring?

I see me today and know yesterday

That i threw away my most precious things.

I see me a man who's lonely, wants only to lose

Beaucoups of blues.

Oh, sweet magnolia,

Breath carried over the marsh by a breeze from the gulf.

I'm coming home, (coming home)

I've had me enough.

I'm coming home, (coming home)

I've had me enough.