(Mary Gauthier/Catie Curtis)
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Mama said she don't give a damn what those people say
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Cane smoke can't be good for you day after day
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Every year at harvest time when the black smoke filled the sky
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She'd pick me up and take me home and make me stay inside
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From Thibodaux to Raceland there's fire in the fields
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All the way up the bayou from Lafourche to Iberville
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Dirty air, dirty laundry, dirty money, dirty rain
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A dirty dark at daybreak burning the sugar cane
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Christmas on the bayou, midnight's come and gone
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Driving past the sugar mill, all the lights are on
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The parking lot is full of trucks I can see the furnace glow
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Everybody's working overtime, it's a good job, even though
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From Thibodaux to Raceland there's fire in the fields
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All the way up the bayou from Lafourche to Iberville
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Dirty air, dirty laundry, dirty money, dirty rain
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A dirty dark at daybreak burning the sugar cane
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First came the sugar cane, then came Thibodaux
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Cane sugar built this town, cane sugar paved these roads
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They burn the leaves to harvest cash, money for the company
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Money makes the world go round, money, money, money
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From Thibodaux to Raceland there's fire in the fields
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All the way up the bayou from Lafourche to Iberville
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Dirty air, dirty laundry, dirty money, dirty rain
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A dirty dark at daybreak burning, yeah burning
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The soot and ash are falling like a dark and deadly snow
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The air is full of poison to the Gulf of Mexico
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Dirty air, dirty laundry dirty money, dirty rain
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A Dirty deal with devil, burning the sugar cane
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Sugar Cane
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Mary Gauthier |