Hardluck Louisiana Lyrics

Black snakes in the high grass, sweet peas on the vine
An old grey shack for five souls to share
Ain't no rest for Mama, Daddy's workin' all the time
But I'm too young to notice or to care

Fearful hymns and hand-me-downs, old folks talkin' strange
Stories you came late to you can't hardly change
But if dreams don't turn to silver, nor teardrops to wine
How did Hardluck, Louisiana turn to Heaven in my mind?

I can hear a hound dog tell his troubles to the moon
And a soft wind stirrin' in the live oak trees
That front porch piano was always out of tune
But no angel band played a sweeter harmony

When each day's a miracle, how's a child to know?
Maybe I should quit believin' – it was all so long ago
But if dreams don't turn to silver, nor teardrops to wine
How did Hardluck, Louisiana turn to Heaven in my mind?


Life could be a miracle, how's a child to know?
Maybe I should quit believin' – it was all so long ago
But if dreams don't turn to silver, nor teardrops to wine
How did Hardluck, Louisiana turn to Heaven in my mind?
How did Hardluck, Louisiana turn to Heaven in my mind?