Sweet Delta Rose

Oh, Susanna, I’m alone again
You’re in Louisianne 'til Lord knows when
I'm stuck up here where the firewheels grow
Waitin’ on word from my Sweet Delta Rose

We coasted into town on fumes
Off a two-night-stand in Baton Rouge
And no columbine or blushing bride
Has shown me colors you shined that night

April showers, bright May blooms
Tangled satin sheets, discovering tattoos
Now I can be a gypsy and your darlin’, too
But I’d rather swim through your shade of blue

But as it goes
I’ll wait on those
Tender hands to pin me on a rose
And I’ll cut you magnolia n’ pack my bags
And bring Oklahoma to Louisianne

Oh, Susanna, we’ve got our scars
Some in the daylight, some in the dark
And if yours are healing slow
I’ll be right here ‘neath the afterglow
Cause as it goes
I’ll wait on those
Tender hands to pin me on a rose
And I’ll cut you magnolia n’ pack my bags
And bring Oklahoma to Louisianne
Yeah, as it goes
I’m steady as an Oak
Waitin’ on the word of my Sweet Delta Rose