I had to go back to that house one more time
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To see if Camellias were in bloom
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For so many reasons it's been on my mind
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The house on Belmont Avenue
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Built up on cinderblocks off of the ground
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What with the rain and the soft swampy land
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By the sweet honeysuckle that grew all around
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Were switches when we were bad
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[Chorus:]
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I took a bus to Baton Rouge....[etc.]
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All the front rooms were kept closed off
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I never liked to go in there much
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Sometimes the doors they'd be locked
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'Cause there were precious things I couldn't touch
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The company couch covered in plastic
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Little books about being saved
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The dining room table nobody ate at
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And the piano nobody played
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(Repeat Chorus)
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There was this beautiful lamp I always loved
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A seashore was painted on the shade
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It would turn around when you switched on the bulb
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And gently rock the waves
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The driveway was covered with tiny white seashells
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A fig tree stood in the backyard there are other things I remember, as well
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But to tell them would be just too hard
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Ghosts in the wind that blow through my life
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Follow me wherever I go
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I'll never be free from these chains inside
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Hidden deep down in my soul
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Bus To Baton Rouge
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| Lucinda Williams |
