Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Israel Nash
Vocals
Steve Shelley
Drums
Jason Crosby
Piano
Joey McClellan
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Israel Nash
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Steve Shelley
Producer
Lyrics
Oh, Louisiana was a glass of water waiting to spill
She sold turqoise jewelry at a truckstop dive, just so she could pay the bills
I met her at the county fair, but the county I now forget
I know of some clean coat tails and a smile again
She take the flowers, she put a man to sin
She stares out the window, says she can't see me
She hits the high road, your bed of fluff through the door
She take the bedroom, and she give you the floor
I heard she hit the rocks when I left that town
She was living in an upstate jail, since her house had just burned down
It appears when the flashing lights they rush to the sea
Louisiana had a book of matches and a can of gasoline
She take the flowers, she puts a man to sin
She stares out the window, says she can't see me
She hits the high road, your bed of fluff through the door
She take the bedroom and she give you the floor
Two years later I got a call, she served her time and now was free
She was ramblin' 'bout the sweetwater blues but had a bone to pick with me
I said I'm sorry my love, now tell me, what will it take
So I met Louisiana at Louisiana State
She take the flowers, she put a man to sin
She stares out the window, says she can't see me
She hits the high road, your bed of fluff through the door
She take the bedroom and she give you the floor
Oh, my sweet Louisina
Louisiana I will come
Oh, I'll free Louisiana
Louisiana I will run
Writer(s): Israel Nash Gripka
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