Trent Willmon. Little More Livin. Louisiana Rain. Zeneszám

I couldn't make you change your mind,
Couldn't stop that mornin' train;
I can't stop knowin' that you're gone,
Like I can't stop Louisiana rain.

I pour this whiskey down my soul,
But nothin' ever seems to change;
'Cause this pain keeps pourin' down,
Like this Louisiana rain.

All I'm doin' is livin' one drop at a time.
So won't you come back, baby,
Before I go an' lose my mind:
Stop this Louisiana rain.

All I'm doin' is livin' one drop at a time, yes I am.
So won't you come back, baby,
Before I go an' lose my mind:
I'm gonna lose my mind.

Dam this river that I've cried,
An' damn this callin' out your name.
Damn these lonely streets I walk,
An' damn this Louisiana Rain.

I can't stop knowin' that you're gone,
Like I can't stop this Louisiana rain.