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 strange combination of woman man and child. Such a
strange situation: stopping every hundred miles. Calling Baton
Rouge.
A replay of last nights events roll through my mind, Except a
C-note or two erased by sweet red wine. I see a truck stop sign ahead so I
change lanes. I need a cup of coffee and a couple dollars change. Calling
Baton Rouge.
CHORUS 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.
CHORUS
Calling Baton
Rouge. Sweet Baton Rouge. My Baton Rouge. Whoa ho whoa ho
hoooo.
