Lucinda Williams - Bus to baton rouge

I ^Chad to go back to that ^Dmhouse one more time To ^Gsee if the camellias were in ^Cbloom For ^Cso many reasons it's ^Dmbeen on my mind The ^Ghouse on Belmont Ave^Cnue Bui^Clt up on cinderblocks ^Dmoff of the ground What with the ^Grain, the soft swampy ^Cland By the ^Csweet honeysuckle that ^Dmgrew all around Were ^Gswitches when we were ^Cbad

I took a ^Cbus to ^Fmaj7/CBaton Rouge I took a ^Cbus to ^Fmaj7/CBaton Rouge

A^Cll the front rooms were ^Dmkept closed off I never ^Gliked to go in there ^Cmuch So^Cmetimes the doors ^Dmthey'd be locked 'Cause there were ^Gprecious things that I couldn't ^Ctouch The ^Ccompany couch ^Dmcovered in plastic Little ^Gbooks about being ^Csaved The ^Cdining room table ^Dmnobody ate at The ^Gpiano that nobody ^Cplayed

I took a ^Cbus to ^Fmaj7/CBaton Rouge I took a ^Cbus to ^Fmaj7/CBaton Rouge

There was a ^Cbeautiful lamp I ^Dmalways loved A ^Gseashore was painted on the ^Cshade It would ^Cturn around when you ^Dmswitched on the bulb And ^Ggently rock the ^Cwaves The ^Cdriveway was covered with ^Dmtiny white seashells A ^Gfig tree stood in the back^Cyard There are ^Cother things I re^Dmmember as well But to ^Gtell them would just be too ^Chard Gho^Csts in the wind that ^Dmblow through my life Fol^Glow me wherever I ^Cgo I'll ^Cnever be free from these ^Dmchains inside Hi^Gdden deep down in my ^Csoul

I took a ^Cbus to ^Fmaj7/CBaton Rouge I took a ^Cbus to ^Fmaj7/CBaton Rouge I took a ^Cbus to ^Fmaj7/CBaton Rouge