I spent last night in the arms of a girl in Louisiana,
And though I'm out on the highway, my thoughts are still with her.
Such a [bad word] of woman man and child.
Such a strange situation: stopping every hundred miles.
Calling Baton Rouge.

replay of last nights events roll through my mind,
Except a C-note or two erased by sweet red wine.
I see a [bad word] stop sign ahead so I change lanes.
I need a cup of coffee and a couple dollars change.
Calling Baton Rouge.
 [bad word] Operator won't you put me on through,
I gotta send my love down to Baton Rouge.
Hurry up, won't you put her on the line,
I gotta talk to the girl just one more time.

Hello Samantha dear I hope you're doing fine,
And it won't be long before I'm with you all the time,
But until then I'll spend my money
Right on down to my last dime,
Whoa, calling Baton Rouge.
 [bad word] 
Calling Baton Rouge.
Sweet Baton Rouge.
My Baton Rouge.
Whoa ho whoa ho hoooo.