When I think of you baton rouge

I think of a mariachi band

I think of sixteen and a crisp green football field

I think of a girl I never had



When I think of you baton rouge

I think of a back seat in a car

Windows are foggy and so are we

as the police asked for our I.D.



So helpless

so helpless



Ooohhh, so helpless

ooohhh, so helpless

Ooohhh, so helpless

so helpless



Well I once had a car lost it in a divorce

the judge was a woman of course

She said give her the car and the house and your taste

or else I set the trial date



So now when I think of you baton rouge

and the deep southern belles with their touch

I wonder where love ends and hate starts to blush

in the fields in the swamps in the rush



In the terra-cotta cobwebs of your mind

when did you start seeing me as a spider spinning web

Of malicious intent and you as poor, poor me

at the fire at the joint, this disinterred and broken mount

in the bedroom in the house where we were unmarried



So helpless, so helpless

so helpless

So helpless, so helpless

so helpless



When was I the villa in your heart

putting the brake on your start

you slapped my face and cried and screamed

that's what marriage came to mean

The bitterest ending of a dream



You wanted children and I did not

was that what it was all about

You might get a laugh when you hear me shout

you might get a laugh when you hear me shout

I wish I had





So helpless, so helpless

so helpless

So helpless, so helpless

so helpless



Sometimes when I think of baton rouge

I see us with two and a half strapping sons

One and a half flushed daughters preparing to marry-