Luanne's fat lip is drying The bastard's bacon frying The shiner 'round her eye's gone bust and bleeding He shouts, "Girl, set the table!" But he knows she ain't able Her arm's done broke And limp like yoke And softly she's repeating
"Leave, Luanne Why don't you march out that door? Southern woman, he ain't no good to you Leave, Luanne Louisiana wants war But it's you dying on her ruby plains" And yet, loyal Luanne remains.
Ever since he got him laid off His sanity just made off No, he was never nice, but now he's cruel He rapes her and he beats her She don't 'fess how he treats her Cause a Bible verse says it won't get worse And she won't be a fool You won't never
Leave, Luanne Cause if you walk out that door His truck will be gunning for you No, you won't Leave, Luanne Or he'll give you "What for?" You got heart where you should have had brains And so, loyal Luanne remains.
Someone's howling Screams like sighing With battered breath Grating, growling, never dying In a fate worse than death
But months of such conditions Turn laymen to logicians And tonight the bastard's sleeping like a log So she plucks the kitchen cleaver Creeps toward his roped up lab-retriever And she cuts the rope, and hope on hope She starts to shout "Your dog's got out!" She's got her chance With no back glance She runs out to the bog Screaming, screaming
Leave, Luanne! Leave, Luanne You got a life left to live In a house hanging off the Golden Coast Leave, Luanne You won't forget nor forgive And she doesn't feel the stings and rips and scrapes As finally Luanne escapes
Swim, Luanne! Swim, Luanne! And in this swamp of leeches As the preacher preaches As a light in the night Push through the marsh and brushes As the blood inside you rushes Left and right, all your might
Until you reach the bank And you crawl onto the bank Till you feel a little yank on your hair And stricken stare at the bastard Who beat you there...
The bastard lies in bed now Half sad his wife is dead now She drowned herself in the swamp In wild despair He thinks he used to love her But push, it came to shove her A wife disposed, a life case closed And no one seems to care To grieve Luanne
Now no one's on his shoulder But his mattress don't feel colder In fact it's hellish hot And the air is dank and steaming Yet his body starts to shiver When the window cracks a sliver And a fiery fog from the miry bog Pours in the room in a sticky gloom And there the man sees dead Luanne He's terrified, but he keeps his pride Cause he know that he ain't dreaming And he starts screaming:
"Leave, Luanne Hell sent you back here for more Cause ain't no one ever loved you"
But said Luanne, "I've come to settle a score," And she shows him her feet are bound in chains And loyal Luanne remains And remains, and remains, and remains
Someone's howling Screams like sighing With battered breath Grating, growling, never dying In a fate worse than death
Luanne, she cries her miserable wail So the bastards will never sleep again No, no reprieve, Luanne She brings their souls down to hell A caution to the cruelest of men: God loves Luanne! Praise be! Amen!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
