Louisiana, tell me where have I been
Louisiana, I'm feeling trapped in New Orleans
Room is quiet, mindful of water's edge
I am silent, I never want to speak again
Mississippi, I never felt welcomed in
Mississippi, lying bitter on your white sands
We're unhappy, I failed to make amends in the ocean
Then came the morning, I wouldn't care to see it again
Alabama, you're all out there waving flags
Alabama, I think we quietly missed the fact
Panorama, you still act blind as a bat
Never saw no manna, but you talk like you still know heaven's tracks
Come now Florida, I might as well call you home
There's no going to euphoria, and I don't wanna go back home
It's a ghost town, a population minus one
Faceless faces, they don't know who's gone
You're gone
You called it glory
I've been calling it a joke
There's no knowing where we're going
Or what happens to these dry, weary bones
But it's killing me, this philosophy
The possibility of being alone
Of living with an empty heart
With these clueless stars
They never told me
Where you are
Arkansas, with you I was born to die
Arkansas, you're my mistress and my bride
Arkansas, you're the flower and thorn in my side
Oh mama, will I ever get this right?
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Louisiana, tell me where have I been
Louisiana, I'm feeling trapped in New Orleans
Room is quiet, mindful of water's edge
I am silent, I never want to speak again
Mississippi, I never felt welcomed in
Mississippi, lying bitter on your white sands
We're unhappy, I failed to make amends in the ocean
Then came the morning, I wouldn't care to see it again
Alabama, you're all out there waving flags
Alabama, I think we quietly missed the fact
Panorama, you still act blind as a bat
Never saw no manna, but you talk like you still know heaven's tracks
Come now Florida, I might as well call you home
There's no going to euphoria, and I don't wanna go back home
It's a ghost town, a population minus one
Faceless faces, they don't know who's gone
You're gone
You called it glory
I've been calling it a joke
There's no knowing where we're going
Or what happens to these dry, weary bones
But it's killing me, this philosophy
The possibility of being alone
Of living with an empty heart
With these clueless stars
They never told me
Where you are
Arkansas, with you I was born to die
Arkansas, you're my mistress and my bride
Arkansas, you're the flower and thorn in my side
Oh mama, will I ever get this right?
Louisiana, I'm feeling trapped in New Orleans
Room is quiet, mindful of water's edge
I am silent, I never want to speak again
Mississippi, I never felt welcomed in
Mississippi, lying bitter on your white sands
We're unhappy, I failed to make amends in the ocean
Then came the morning, I wouldn't care to see it again
Alabama, you're all out there waving flags
Alabama, I think we quietly missed the fact
Panorama, you still act blind as a bat
Never saw no manna, but you talk like you still know heaven's tracks
Come now Florida, I might as well call you home
There's no going to euphoria, and I don't wanna go back home
It's a ghost town, a population minus one
Faceless faces, they don't know who's gone
You're gone
You called it glory
I've been calling it a joke
There's no knowing where we're going
Or what happens to these dry, weary bones
But it's killing me, this philosophy
The possibility of being alone
Of living with an empty heart
With these clueless stars
They never told me
Where you are
Arkansas, with you I was born to die
Arkansas, you're my mistress and my bride
Arkansas, you're the flower and thorn in my side
Oh mama, will I ever get this right?
Writer: Wesley Dorethy
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