Lyrics: Scott Murawski
Music: Scott Murawski
Played by Scott Murawski with BK3 as well as previously with Max Creek.
What do you want, all my jeans is torn
I've been living here since I was born
What's to explain, as I'm sweating out my brain
And I see now every day the same
In that Louisiana sun
In that Louisiana sun
I got a girl, she mends all my clothes
With those blue eyes and lips just like a rose
When I come in the door, she says, baby, rest your poor bones
She's the only one that I adore
In that Louisiana sun
In that Louisiana sun
What can I say, it's just another day
Talking to my lunchbox on the hay
And I just can't deny, you're the thing that gets me by
She's the sweet little apple of my eye
In that Louisiana sun
In that Louisiana sun