I had to go back to that house one more time To see if the camellias were in bloom For so many reasons its been on my mind The house on Belmont Avenue
Built up on cinderblocks off the ground What with the rain and the soft swampy land By the sweet honeysuckle that grew all around Were switches when we were bad
I took a bus to Baton Rouge I took a bus to Baton Rouge
All the front rooms were kept closed off I never liked to go in there much Sometimes the doors they'd be locked 'cause There were precious things that I couldn't touch
The company couch covered in plastic Little books about being sved The dining room table nobody ate at
I took a bus to Baton Rouge I took a bus to Baton Rouge
There was this beautiful lamp I always loved A seashore was painted on the shade It would turn around when you switched on the bulb And gently rock the waves
The driveway was covered with A fig tree stood in the backyard There are other things I remember as well But to tell them would just be too hard
Ghosts in the wind that blow through my life I'll never be free from these chains inside Hiddep deep down in my soul
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