He takes a stroll down the cane field road,
It's where he's from.
15 years since he's shed the tears on the day that he left home.
It was a humid day, barefoot children play,
looking for that summer shade
time just slips away...
Oh Louisiana
Some kind of hold on me.
Like cypress stumps, your roots are planted deep inside of me,
Oh Louisiana
Your world is sane to me
Cajun Blood, like a river flood is wild and running free..
Next to highway 1, the bayou runs to the Gulf of Mexico
Broken dreams going downstream in a never ending flow
See the spirit of the past in the faces of today
Hear the voices call, this time I'm here to stay,
Oh Louisiana
Some kind of hold on me
Like cypress stumps, your roots are planted deep inside of me.
Oh Louisiana
Your world is sane to me
Cajun Blood, is like a river flood, it's wild and running free..
Heavy rains smell light and sweet and the memories come down with them
The roof becomes an old time drum and the rain drops tap out the rhythm.
Oh Louisiana
Some kind of hold on me
Like cypress stumps, your roots are planted deep inside of me
Oh Louisiana
Your world is sane to me
Cajun Blood, like a river flood, it's wild and running..
Oh Louisiana
Some kind of hold on me
It's hard to plant new roots when the soil don't break so easily
Oh Louisiana
Your world is sane to me
Cajun Blood, like a river flood, it's wild and running...running free.
