I Left Louisian, I Had Me Big Plans

To Go Out And Take Me All Over This Land.

To See Me The World, I Left My Sweet Girl

And Gave It A Whirl But Now Here I Stand,

Along Side The Road With Holes In My Soul And My Shoes

And Beaucoups Of Blues.



Oh, Sweet Magnolia,

Breath Carried Over The Marsh By A Breeze From The Gulf.

I'm Coming Home, (coming Home)

I've Had Me Enough.



Oh, Where Are The Things I Saw In My Dreams?

Where's The Happy That Freedom Should Bring?

I See Me Today And Know Yesterday

That I Threw Away My Most Precious Things.

I See Me A Man Who's Lonely, Wants Only To Lose

Beaucoups Of Blues.



Oh, Sweet Magnolia,

Breath Carried Over The Marsh By A Breeze From The Gulf.

I'm Coming Home, (coming Home)

I've Had Me Enough.

I'm Coming Home, (coming Home)

I've Had Me Enough.