Baton Rouge

When I think of you, Baton RougeI think of a Mariachi bandI think of sixteen and a crisp green football fieldI think of a girl, I never hadWhen I think of you, Baton RougeI think of a back seat in a carWindows are foggy and so are weAs the police asked for our I. D.So helpless, so helplessOoh, ooh, so helplessOoh, so helplessOoh, so helplessSo helplessWell, I once had a car, lost it in a divorceThe judge was a woman of courseShe said, "Give her the car and the house and your tasteOr else I set the trial date"So now when I think of you, Baton RougeAnd the deep southern belles with their touchI wonder where love ends and hate starts to blushIn the fields in the swamps in the rushIn the terra-cotta cobwebs of your mindWhen did you start seein', me as a spider spinning web?Of malicious intent and you as poor, poor meAt the fire at the joint, this disinterred and broken mountIn the bedroom in the house where we were unmarriedSo helpless, so helplessSo helplessSo helpless, so helplessSo helplessWhen was I the villain in your heartPutting the brake on your startYou slapped my face and cried and screamedThat's what marriage came to meanThe bitterest ending of a dreamYou wanted children and I did notWas that what it was all about?You might get a laugh when you hear me shoutYou might get a laugh when you hear me shoutI wish I hadSo helpless, so helplessSo helplessSo helpless, so helplessSo helplessSometimes when I think of Baton RougeI see us with two and a half strapping sonsOne and a half flushed daughters preparing to marryAnd two fat grandsons I can barely carryDaddy, uncle, family gathered there for graceA dog in a barbecue pit goes up in spaceThe dream recedes in the morning with a bad aftertasteAnd I'm back in the big city worn from the race of the chaseWhat a wasteSo thanks for the card the announcement of childAnd I must say you and Sam look greatYour daughter's gleaming in thatWhite wedding dress with prideSad to say, "I could never bring that to you that wide smile"So I try not to think of Baton RougeOr of a, of a, of a Mariachi bandOr of sixteen and a crisp green football fieldAnd the girl, and the girl I never hadSo helpless, so helplessSo helplessSo helpless, so helplessSo helpless