The Ballad of Randy Rogers

I came up with these lyrics inspired by the true story of a friend of mine.

You will find that my songs carry a common theme about life in southern Louisiana. I met this guy when I fist moved here and couldn't get over his story about how he wound up here just by a strange circumstance.

Let me know what you think.

Learned his readin' in a one room school house
Made his spendin' money shovelin' snow
Had enough of that Adirondack livin'
Now he's old enough to get up and go

To the sunny shores of Daytona
There he's gonna' sow his seeds
Grew a beard and bought an old Camaro
And he drove it up and down the beach

Fixin' engines in his spare time
When he wasn't out raisin' hell
A year or two went by and he reasoned
That the seeds weren't growin' all that well

Heard about the scene in California
Had everything to meet a young man's needs
He tossed his bag in the back of the Chevy
And headed west through New Orleans

He hadn't hit the border of Texas
His spendin' money dwindlin' down
That 409 threw a rod and left him stranded
In a nameless honky Cajun town

So he figured he'd pick up a monkey wrench
Fix a couple cars and then be done
Put an engine in than old Camaro
Head back out and chase the setting sun

But he found he had a taste for gumbo
And fell in love with a Cajun queen
So he braided his beard joined a pirate band
And he called himself Jean Lafitte

Now his beard is gray and he ponders
‘Bout the beaches of Pacifico
And how they can't hold a torch to that Cajun Riviera
On the Gulf of Mexico

Regards,

Mike