it feels so sad she’s losing her mind
she’s so lonesome all the time
since she left the lodge behind
on blue bayou

saved her nickels, saved her dimes
she tried to cope till the sun don’t shine
looking forward to happier times
but not that blue bayou

she’s going back someday
come what may
to a different bayou

where the folks are fine
a better world to recline
on her brew bayou

where those fishing boats
with their sails afloat
if she could only see

that familiar sunrise
through sleepy eyes
how happy she’d be