STATE OF LOUSIANA
State of Lousiana | État de Louisiane
State of Lousiana | État de Louisiane
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INSTRUMENTAL
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(in English)
Give me, give me Louisiana,
The state where I was born
The state of snowy cotton,
The best I've ever known;
A state of sweet Matilda,
And Creole melodies
Oh give me Louisiana,
The state where I was born.
Oh what sweet old memories,
The mossy old oaks bring.
It brings us the story,
of our Evangeline.
A state of old, old tradition,
of old plantation days.
Makes good old Louisiana,
The sweetest of all states.
Give me, give me Louisiana,
The state where I was born
The state of snowy cotton,
The best I've ever known;
A state of sweet Matilda,
And Creole melodies
Oh give me Louisiana,
The state where I was born.
Oh what sweet old memories,
The mossy old oaks bring.
It brings us the story,
of our Evangeline.
A state of old, old tradition,
of old plantation days.
Makes good old Louisiana,
The sweetest of all states.
Give me Louisiana,
A state prepared to share
That good old southern custom,
Hospitality so rare;
A state of fruit and flowers,
Of sunshine and spring showers
Oh give me Louisiana,
The state where I was born.
Its woodlands, Its marshes,
Where humble trappers live.
Its rivers, Its valleys,
A place to always give.
A state where work is pleasure,
With blessings in full measure.
Makes good old Louisiana,
The dearest of all states.
A state prepared to share
That good old southern custom,
Hospitality so rare;
A state of fruit and flowers,
Of sunshine and spring showers
Oh give me Louisiana,
The state where I was born.
Its woodlands, Its marshes,
Where humble trappers live.
Its rivers, Its valleys,
A place to always give.
A state where work is pleasure,
With blessings in full measure.
Makes good old Louisiana,
The dearest of all states.
Give me Louisiana,
Where love birds always sing.
In shady lanes or pastures,
The cowbells softly ring;
The softness of the sunset,
Brings peace and blissful rest.
Oh give me Louisiana,
The state where I was born.
The smell of sweet clover,
Which blossoms everywhere.
The fresh new mown hay,
Where children romp and play.
A state of love and laughter,
A state for all here after.
Makes good old Louisiana,
The grandest of all states.
Where love birds always sing.
In shady lanes or pastures,
The cowbells softly ring;
The softness of the sunset,
Brings peace and blissful rest.
Oh give me Louisiana,
The state where I was born.
The smell of sweet clover,
Which blossoms everywhere.
The fresh new mown hay,
Where children romp and play.
A state of love and laughter,
A state for all here after.
Makes good old Louisiana,
The grandest of all states.