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Baby's Long Gone
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Cajun girl from Beaumont town
Cooked the Étouffée drink the whiskey down
She loved to dance to Ms. Barbara Lynn
Kept a pistol in her purse had a 100 dollar grin
Well I married her on the courthouse stand
No wedding ring just a cigar band
She’s gone, gone, gone
Yeah, Jesus called her home
Baby’s long gone
Fishin’ on the bayou bank
Makin’ love on the ground by the wine we drank
Well I caught her steppin’ out a couple of times
Ain’t no saint myself and I know that rhymes
And she’s gone, gone, gone
Yeah, Jesus called her home
Baby’s long gone (come on)
One day we just drove to Florida
Pulled over by the law on the I-10 corridor
Cop said darlin’ you’re a long way from home
With your broke headlight and your shiny chrome
Well them guitar pickers can’t bail you out
For $1,000 you can go on about your business
She left me with a beautiful boy
Apple of my eye and my pride and joy
And she’s gone, gone, gone
Cajun girl from Beaumont town
Cooked the Étouffée drink the whiskey down
And she’s gone, gone, gone
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That was then, this is now
Ain’t no consolation prize for you anyhow
30 years punch in the clock
For a big steak dinner
And a fake gold watch
Yes, we’re living in trouble times
Like a lone wolf workin' stiff living by your wits
You put your dreams up on the shelf
Well you’re brotherhood's gone it’s every man for himself
Yea, the payoff is a rip off
And the buyout well it’s a sell out
And the cold call is the last call
'Cause there’s nothing left to lose
Talkin' company man blues
Well, you can’t shop at the mom and pop
'Cause they all went down when the corporation came to town
For what you’re given, the cost of livin’
At the pumps and the store, but you still need more
Yea, the payoff is a rip off
And the buyout well it’s a sell out
And the cold call is the last call
'Cause there’s nothing left to lose
Talkin' company man blues
It used to take one, to know one
But we all got eaten up by the big one
Ya scream and shout, ya tough it out
But they’re raising up the ladder brother you don’t even matter
Well, the payoff is a rip off
And the buyout well it’s a sell out
And the cold call is the last call
Because the pride comes right before the fall
There’s no communion in the union
Lots of splurgers on the mergers
Well, now the white collar, is just the blue collar
Singing the same blues as the field holler
And there’s a big tax on the tiny shack
With no expansion on the mansion
It’s just a tricky joke on the workin’ folk
'Cause they got nothing left to lose
Talkin' company man blues
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Jesse Dayton Beaumont, Texas
Equally steeped in Texas/Louisiana blues, old-school country and punk-rock, East Texas native Jesse Dayton is the music world’s best-kept secret, hiding in plain sight as a guitarist for Waylon Jennings, Johnny Cash, Ryan Bingham and L.A. punk pioneers X, as well as touring with Social Distortion, the Supersuckers and John Doe. ... more
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