"Bus To Baton Rouge"

I had to go back to that house one more time 
To see if Camellias were in bloom 
For so many reasons it's been on my mind 
The house on Belmont Avenue 

Built up on cinderblocks off of the ground 
What with the rain and the soft swampy land 
By the sweet honeysuckle that grew all around 
Were switches when we were bad 
 [bad word] ]
I took a bus to Baton Rouge....[etc.]

All the front rooms were kept closed off 
I never liked to go in there much 
Sometimes the doors they'd be locked 
'Cause there were precious things I couldn't touch 
 [bad word] couch covered in plastic 
Little books about being saved 
The dining room table nobody ate at 
And the piano nobody played 

(Repeat [bad word]  

There was this beautiful lamp I always loved 
seashore was painted on the shade 
It would turn around when you switched on the bulb 
And gently rock the waves 

The driveway was covered with tiny white seashells 
fig tree stood in the backyard there are other things I remember, as well 
But to tell them would be just too hard 

Ghosts in the wind that blow through my life 
Follow me wherever I go 

I'll never be free from these chains inside 
Hidden deep down in my soul.