Summer Morning

summer morning
in the dawn light, louisiana,
a sweet town, bleak, god knows
but sweet sometimes. And
weren't we fine tonight?

A district of small factories,
and a there's a field, one morning
when i was there with a since of time
i saw in the distance oppostie
men and women working at machines
now and then one looked up

you see the heat on the plantation as you watch
oh! think what tales twould have to tell me
im twenty-four years older myself-
bad years and good