I had to go back to that house one more time
To see if the camellias were in bloom
For so many reasons its been on my mind
The house on Belmont Avenue
Built up on cinderblocks off 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
Refrain:
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
The company couch covered in plastic
Little books about being sved
The dining room table nobody ate at
The piano nobody played
Refrain:
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 just be 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
Hiddep deep down in my soul
Refrain:
I took a bus to Baton Rouge
I took a bus to Baton Rouge
