Текст песни: Bus To Baton Rouge + перевод

I had to go back to that house one more time

To see if Camellias were in bloom

For so many reasons it’s been on my mind

The house on Belmont Avenue

Built up on cinderblocks off of the ground

What with the rain and the soft swampy land

By the sweet honeysuckle that grew all around

Were switches when we were bad

I took a bus to Baton Rouge…

All the front rooms were kept closed off

I never liked to go in there much

Sometimes the doors they’d be locked

Cause there were precious things I couldn’t touch

The company couch covered in plastic

Little books about being saved

The dining room table nobody ate at

And the piano nobody played

I took a bus to Baton Rouge…

There was this beautiful lamp I always loved

A seashore was painted on the shade

It would turn around when you switched on the bulb

And gently rock the waves

The driveway was covered with tiny white seashells

A fig tree stood in the backyard

There are other things I remember as well

But to tell them would be just too hard

Ghosts in the wind that blow through my life

Follow me wherever I go

I’ll never be free from these chains inside

Hidden deep down in my soul

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