[Intro – Funeral Trumpet + Rain]
[Church bell ringing slowly]
Every place got ghosts…
but Louisiana?
Louisiana sing to hers.
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[Verse 1]
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Black umbrellas line the muddy road,
Rain fall soft where the river flow.
Brass band cry through the humid air,
Sound like sorrow itself got prayers.
Mama dressed in white beside the grave,
Hands tremblin’ while the choir sang.
Old men silent with they hats held low,
Watchin’ another soul finally go.
The casket shine underneath gray skies,
Spanish moss sway like angels cryin’.
And somewhere deep inside that horn—
You could hear generations mourn.
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[Hook – Choir + Funeral Brass]
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Bayou requiem…
Sing me home…
Through the swamp where the lost souls roam.
Bayou requiem…
Slow and sweet…
Let the dead still dance through the street.
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[Verse 2]
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Louisiana teach grief different ways,
How to cry while the trumpets play.
How to carry pain with Southern grace,
And still find rhythm inside heartbreak.
I done buried friends before they prime,
Watched hurricanes redraw lives.
Seen addiction steal family names,
Seen prayer somehow survive the rain.
That’s why the music feel haunted here,
Every melody soaked in tears.
Beauty born from suffering deep,
The kind of soul the South still keep.
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[Bridge – Spoken + Organ]
We don’t mourn quiet down here…
We let the whole city feel it.
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Blow them horns into the night…
Carry sorrow toward the light.
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[Verse 3]
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And maybe that’s why I still stay,
Even with all this hurt and rain.
Because the bayou taught my soul
How to survive while carrying ghosts.
Taught me broken ain’t the end,
That pain and beauty still can blend.
And when my own requiem arrive—
Let Louisiana sing me goodbye.
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[Final Hook – Full Choir + Orchestra]
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Bayou requiem…
Raise the sound…
Let heaven hear us from the ground.
Bayou requiem…
Trumpets cry…
The South still sing when people die.
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[Outro – Brass Slowly Fading]
Ashes to ashes…
rhythm to rhythm.
