[THE CAJUN]
Luanne's fat lip is dryin'
The bastard's bacon fryin'
The shiner 'round her eye's
Gone bust and bleeding
He shouts, "Girl, set the table!"
But he knows she ain't able—
Her arm's done broke
Hung limp like yolk
And softly she's repeating
"Leave, Luanne
Why don't you march out that door?"
Southern woman, he ain't no good to you
Leave, Luanne
Louisiana wants war
But it's you dying on her ruby plains
And yet loyal Luanne remains
Ever since he got him laid off
His sanity just made off
No, he was never nice
But now he's cruel
He rapes her
And he beats her
She don't ‘fess how he treats her
‘Cause a Bible verse says it won't get worse
And she won't be a fool
You won't never
Luanne's fat lip is dryin'
The bastard's bacon fryin'
The shiner 'round her eye's
Gone bust and bleeding
He shouts, "Girl, set the table!"
But he knows she ain't able—
Her arm's done broke
Hung limp like yolk
And softly she's repeating
"Leave, Luanne
Why don't you march out that door?"
Southern woman, he ain't no good to you
Leave, Luanne
Louisiana wants war
But it's you dying on her ruby plains
And yet loyal Luanne remains
Ever since he got him laid off
His sanity just made off
No, he was never nice
But now he's cruel
He rapes her
And he beats her
She don't ‘fess how he treats her
‘Cause a Bible verse says it won't get worse
And she won't be a fool
You won't never
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