Beaucoups of blues

(Buzz Rabin) I left louisian, i had me big plans To go out and take me all over this land. To see me the world, i left my sweet girl And gave it a whirl but now here i stand, Along side the road with holes in my soul and my shoes And beaucoups of blues. Oh, sweet magnolia, Breath carried over the marsh by a breeze from the gulf. I'm coming home, (coming home) I've had me enough. Oh, where are the things i saw in my dreams? Where's the happy that freedom should bring? I see me today and know yesterday That i threw away my most precious things. I see me a man who's lonely, wants only to lose Beaucoups of blues. Oh, sweet magnolia, Breath carried over the marsh by a breeze from the gulf. I'm coming home, (coming home) I've had me enough. I'm coming home, (coming home) I've had me enough.