art music poetry

I WAS BORN IN TEXAS

I was born in Texas and raised in Louisiana
an’ I’m goin’ down to alabam
gonna eat me some good smoked ham
head on down to New Orleans
with my baby in them sweet blue jeans
but I ain’t goin back to Texas
I was born in Texas and raised in Louisiana
an’ I’m goin’ down to Baton Rouge
gonna find me som Cajun food
head on down to New Orleans
with my baby in them sweet blue jeans
but I ain’t goin back to Texas
An’ you don’ have to ask why
I know it’s plain to see
the Texas blue sky
has seen the last of me

I was born in Texas and raised in Louisiana
an’ I’m goin’ down to Tennessee
gonna find out what they have to eat
head on down to New Orleans
with my baby in them sweet blue jeans
but I ain’t goin back to Texas
no I ain’t……goin’ back to Texas

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smoke a joint, man, I mean
get off center,
cruise.
You ever cruise?
Yeah man just
gliiiiiiide
let the winds take you
man.
That woman she done said too much
done
let go of the groove.
Man there were days when
it flowed, the
groove,
like molassis on a hot stove.
we were young then
things mattered, we still thought
things mattered,
like we were young actors
waiting for discovery and
not knowing what that meant.
Yeah man those were the days
Chill out dude
time will get you quickly enough
so let the fresh air in
and grooooove
dude