Another Louisiana

I can feel the well running dry
I can see the vices filling up the spaces
It’s the middle of the afternoon
My glass is empty, but my life is too
Cause I called him up before
And I’m crawling back from war of his poison
I drink up my whiskey, boy
And pour me another Louisiana
The clothes are sticking to my skin
I’m tasting every inch of water that I’m drenched in
I feel like I’m the only one
Who doesn’t seem to cool down
Drowning in the sun
Cause I called him up before
And I’m crawling back from war of his poison
I drink up my whiskey, boy
And pour me another Louisiana
Well, my circle dance is tired out
Now the shape that I’m in has no definition
I pity that I’m helpless when
I know that I can’t help it
I’m just too damn selfish
Cause I called him up before
And I’m crawling back from war of his poison
I drink up my whiskey, boy
And pour me another Louisiana
So, one more, one more round
One more, one more round
Louisiana
One more, one more round
One more, one more round
Louisiana
So, one more, one more round
One more, one more round
Louisiana
One more, one more round
One more, one more round
Louisiana