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Mary Chapin Carpenter The Calling Houston Mama's got her baby sleeping in a grocery cart Daddy eyes are hazy, wondering where they are Waiting for the buses, waiting on some providence Once we get to Houston, maybe it will all make sense Praying to the Father, calling for the cavalry Look at all this water, somehow not a drop to drink Now did you ever hear of nightmares, coming in the light of day Once we get to Houston, maybe they'll just wash away Roll on Mississippi, Goodbye Crescent City, le bon temps New Orleans Never coming back to stay Never been to Texas, hope this bus is on a tear Never seen the President, maybe he will lead us there And I never knew a promise that didn't break right in two Once we get to Houston, maybe one will come true Roll on Mississippi, Goodbye Crescent City, le bon temps New Orleans Never coming back to you Last night I dreamed of rain but golden light was all I saw I heard my old dog barking, went to see Mardi Gras And I stood out up the banks and looked out over Pontchartrain I woke up here in Houston, didn't even know my name Roll on Mississippi, Goodbye Crescent City, le bon temps New Orleans Never coming back again Roll on Mississippi, Goodbye Crescent City |
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