Louisiana Rain (A Memorial)

I guess to memorialize you would be a bad idea 

But fuck it

I hear any tinny guitar strings, I hear Louisiana Rain 

And lose my mind 

Cuz I see you way up on the jungle gym lighting a joint 

I see you sitting on million dollar wicker and lighting a joint 

I see you on the roof, lighting a joint 

I see you, baking and baked, in California heat 

And I hear Louisiana Rain 

Ain't no rain near us, no sir, just a gentle man in a tank top 

With a joint 

But I never will get over 

This English man 

Lighting a joint 

You should've seen him lick his lips 

Damn Louisiana Rain.