I left Louisian, 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
Alongside 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
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