I left louisian, i had me big plans
to go out and take me all over this land.
to see me the world, i left my sweet girl
and gave it a whirl but now here i stand,
along side the road with holes in my soul and my shoes
and beaucoups of blues.
Oh, sweet magnolia,
breath carried over the marsh by a breeze from the gulf.
i'm coming home, (coming home)
i've had me enough.
Oh, where are the things i saw in my dreams?
where's the happy that freedom should bring?
i see me today and know yesterday
that i threw away my most precious things.
i see me a man who's lonely, wants only to lose
beaucoups of blues.
Oh, sweet magnolia,
breath carried over the marsh by a breeze from the gulf.
i'm coming home, (coming home)
i've had me enough.
i'm coming home, (coming home)
i've had me enough.