Baton Rouge

There's a quiet, little slat wood house down by Dawson Creek

With an old GoodYear tire tied up for a swing

It was there I was there I learned to write my songs and dared to chase my dreams

It's where I fell in love with Baton Rouge

Now, a Dixie wind is blowin'. Callin' me away

From the city that I love. Where I was born and raised

I see the Mississippi blowin' like tears down her face

But for now, it's good-bye Baton Rouge

Baton Rouge, where the sweet magnolias bloom

I can hear the cheers in the Fall each year from the campus at L-S-U