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(Mary Gauthier/Catie Curtis) |
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Mama said she don't give a damn what those people say |
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Cane smoke can't be good for you day after day |
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Every year at harvest time when the black smoke filled the sky |
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Shed pick me up and take me home and make me stay inside |
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From Thibodaux to Raceland there's fire in the fields |
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All the way up the bayou from Lafourche to Iberville |
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Dirty air, dirty laundry, dirty money, dirty rain |
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A dirty dark at daybreak burning the sugar cane |
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Christmas on the bayou, midnight come and gone |
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Driving past the sugar mill and all the lights are on |
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The parking lot is full of trucks I can see the furnace glow |
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Everybody's working overtime, it's a good job, even though |
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From Thibodaux to Raceland there's fire in the fields |
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All the way up the bayou from Lafourche to Iberville |
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Dirty air, dirty laundry, dirty money, dirty rain |
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A dirty dark at daybreak burning the sugar cane |
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First came the sugar cane, then came Thibodaux |
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Cane sugar built this town, cane sugar paved these roads |
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They burn the leaves to harvest cash, money for the company |
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Money makes the world go round, money, money, money |
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From Thibodaux to Raceland there's fire in the fields |
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All the way up the bayou from Lafourche to Iberville |
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Dirty air, dirty laundry, dirty money, dirty rain |
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A dirty dark at daybreak burning, burning |
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The soot and ash are falling like a dark and deadly snow |
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The air is full of poison to the Gulf of Mexico |
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Dirty air, dirty laundry dirty money dirty rain |