Text: J. J. Cale. Louisiana Women.

Had me a gal in Baton Rouge
Called her Louisiana
She gave me a little bit of olden dream
And a key of marijuana

She treat me right, Lord, Lord, Lord
She treat me right
She treat me right, Lord, Lord

Well, I went on to New Orleans
Had myself a ball
The ladies there, they don't care
They don't care at all

They treat you right
Warm, warm, Louisiana night
Treat you right, Lord, Lord

From the gulf of the Mississippi
Up to Baton Rouge
Those Louisiana women, oh Lord
Lord, you just can't lose

They treat you right
Treat you right
They treat you right, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord