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Leave Luanne
Leave Luanne
“Leave, Luanne.
Why don’t you march out that door?
Southern woman, he ain’t no good to you.
Leave, Luanne.
Louisiana wants war,
But it’s you dying on her ruby plains.”
And yet, loyal Luanne remains.
Someone’s shouting,
Screams like sighing with battered breath
Grating, growling,
Never dying
In a fate worse than death.
"Leave, Luanne.
You’ve got a life left to live
In a house hanging off the Golden Coast!
Leave, Luanne.
You won’t forget nor forgive,”
And she don’t feel the stings, the rips, and scrapes
As finally Luanne escapes.
"Leave, Luanne.
Hell sent you back here for more,
'cause ain't no one ever loved you.”
But said Luanne,
"I’ve come to settle a score,"
And she shows him her feet are bound in chains.
Someone’s howling,
Screams like sighing
With battered breath.
Grating, growling,
Never dying
In a fate worse than death.
Luanne,
She cries her miserable wail
So the bastards will never sleep again!
No, no reprieve, Luanne,
She brings their souls down to hell,
A caution to the cruellest of men:
God loves Luanne!
Praised be!
Amen!