Here In Louisiana

I got your letter yesterday It sure sounds like a crazy place. It’s good to hear you're getting settled in. Everybody says hello. They always ask me where’d you go I show them all the pictures that you sent. I laughed when I read the part About your little quoting chart It would always remind me where you’re at. Have you found a cold Abita beer? Your sister wants a souvenir But I just wanna know when your coming back Here in Louisiana You can smell the pecan pie there's a pot of gumbo cookin And the Saints, they've done alright. Tell those folks down in Georgia That i said to treat you right. I hope they know what they've got, Im missing you a lot, Here in Louisiana I saw old man Thibodeaux, He told me to let you know He’s got a second cousin lives up there Wasn't quite sure where it was Remembers that he took a bus. He seems to think there were buildings everywhere. He said “country music’s hard to find There ain't nowhere to wet a line. I can’t see why you’d wanna live like that. But i know you’ve got dreams to chase, That are bigger than this little place. And i’ll be waiting if you ever do come back.