Beaucoups Of Blues

I left Louisiana, 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 (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 (had me enough)

I'm coming home (coming home)

I've had me enough (I've had me enough)