Bus To Baton Rouge

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 cinder blocks 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



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 that I couldn't touch



Company couch covered in plastic



Books about being saved



The dining room table nobody ate at



The piano nobody played



I took a bus to Baton Rouge



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



I took a bus to Baton Rouge



I took a bus to Baton Rouge



Yeah, I took a bus to Baton Rouge