Mary Chapin Carpenter - Houston Lyrics
Mama's got her babiesSleeping in a grocery cartDaddy's eyes are hazyWondering where they areWaiting for the busesWaiting on some ProvidenceOnce we get to HoustonMaybe it will all make sensePraying to the FatherAnd calling for the cavalryLook at all this waterAnd somehow not a drop to drinkNow did you ever hear of nightmaresComing in the light of dayOnce we get to HoustonMaybe they'll just wash awayRoll on Mississippi, goodbye Crescent CityLes Bon Temps New OrleansNever coming back to stayNever been to TexasHope this bus is on a tearNever seen the PresidentMaybe he will meet us thereNever knew a promiseThat didn't break right in twoOnce we get to HoustonMaybe one will come trueRoll on Mississippi, goodbye Crescent CityLes Bon Temps New OrleansNever coming back to youLast night I dreamed of rainBut golden light was all I sawI heard my old dog barkingI went to see the Mardi GrasI stood up on the banksAnd looked out over PontchartrainI woke up here in HoustonDidn't even know my nameRoll on Mississippi, goodbye Crescent CityLes Bon Temps New OrleansNever coming back againRoll on Mississippi, Goodby Crescent City
