Texty: Church. Louisiana.

Empty birdcage in her room
Curtains pulled against the moon
Follow her down to Louisiana
Hotel room with the bedside manner

God I've got to get back soon
She wriggles like a fish in a net
Details you can never forget one thing or another
Never anybody considering the regret

And that's my story
Cost a fortune, Louisiana

Black rain falling in the night
Strangers meet in the lamp light
Once in her life Louisiana
Standing alone out on the veranda

Christ I must have been a sight
She struggles like a leaf in the wind
Waiting for the music to begin one thing or another
Always missed another lover what a state I'm in

That's my story
Nothing special, Louisiana

Billy moved to Abilene
Lou is searching for morphine
Next stop is Louisiana
No one there with a welcome banner

I don't suppose that they're too keen
She juggled her gentlemen friends and suddenly the war ends
Coming home finding other men in hiding
Biding her lonely weekends

What a story
Cast of thousands, Louisiana

Empty birdcage in her room
Shadows shrunk against the moon
Follow her down to Louisiana
Hotel room with the bedside manner

God I've got to get back soon
God I've got to get back soon
God I've got to get back soon