Beaucoups Of Blues - Buzz Rabin

    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.




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