Mama's got a baby sleeping in a grocery cart
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Daddy eyes are hazy, wondering where they are
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Waiting for the buses, waiting on some providence
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Once we get to Houston, maybe it will all make sense
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Praying to the Father, calling for the cavalry
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Look at all this water, somehow not a drop to drink
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Now did you ever hear of nightmares, coming in the light of day
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Once we get to Houston, maybe they'll just wash away
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Roll on Mississippi, Goodbye Crescent City, le bon temps New Orleans
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Never coming back to stay
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Never been to Texas, hope this bus is on a tear
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Never seen the President, maybe he will lead us there
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And I never knew a promise that didn't break right in two
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Once we get to Houston, maybe one will come true
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Roll on Mississippi, Goodbye Crescent City, le bon temps New Orleans
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Never coming back to you
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Last night I dreamed of rain but golden light was all I saw
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I heard my old dog barking, went to see Mardi Gras
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And I stood out up the banks and looked out over Pontchartrain
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I woke up here in Houston, didn't even know my name
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Roll on Mississippi, Goodbye Crescent City, le bon temps New Orleans
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Never coming back again
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Roll on Mississippi, Goodbye Crescent City
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Houston
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Mary Chapin Carpenter |