(Mark Alan Springer/Jerry Laseter)
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Your teacher might've told you it was five thousand something feet
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That ain't to far in a car or on a city street
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Let me tell you son, back where I come from
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You learn as a little child
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There ain't nothing any longer than a Louisiana country mile
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Amos Walker said he'd shoot me next time he caught me crossing his fence
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But I was too much in love to reallly think about it back then
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Walking that tree cross Thibidioux creek
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I can still see them gators smile
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But she was worth every step of that Louisiana country mile
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That path got shorter as I fell deeper
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I'd swim that old swamp if I had to to see her
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Those days are gone and she's a memory,
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But when that road looks long it hits me
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There's a treasure at the end of most of life's troubles and trials
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And there ain't nothing longer than a Louisiana country mile
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I've come a long way from that little house back in the woods
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And I know I don't get back there as much as I should
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But every now and then when the walls close in I can still smile
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I close my eyes and let my mind walk that Louisiana country mile
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That path got shorter as I fell deeper
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I'd swim that old swamp if I had to to see her
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Those days are gone and she's a memory,
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But when that road looks long it hits me
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There's a treasure at the end of most of life's troubles and trials
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And there ain't nothing longer than a Louisiana country mile
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Don't talk till you've walked that Louisiana country mile
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Louisiana Country Mile
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| David Kersh |
