Zydeco from Your Person by Al Grantham

Come and see my little place in Baton Rouge
Where I'm living with my daughter Alafair
You can meet the noble mon Mr. Clete Purcell
I think you're gonna like this delta air

If you come I'll give you half of my po' boy sandwich
We can kick the pecans 'round the yard
I'll introduce to my fat old pet raccoon
Easy living doesn't have to be so hard

It winds and it binds me
And soon you may see
It's killing me

First I thought about moving to Huntsville Texas
Because that's a place where you can sleep for a very long time
I even rented out a room for a couple hours
But I couldn't bring myself to draw the blind

We could eat beignets in the old French Quarter
We could people-watch at the Sazerac bar
We could learn about the past in the state library
Maybe after we could even bury ours

It winds and it binds us
And soon you may see
It's killing me

I think you're gonna like the sound of the screen door slamming
When we're leaving for the Livingston Parish fair
I got a conscious as clear as the light blue sky
With a little black cloud 'cause you're not here

Sometimes I hear your voice calling down the bayou
I like to pack a lunch and chase it for awhile
There's evocation in the ripples of the water
I see your face when you were just a little child

And ain't it nice to think of being somewhere else
When you're stuck in one place for way too long
I understand that I overstayed my welcome
So I found Louisiana in a song

It winds and it binds me
And soon you may see
It's killing me

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