| I 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 black smoke fills the sky
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| Get the kids and bring 'em home and make 'em stay inside
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| From Thibodaux to Raceland
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| There’s a fire in the fields
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| All the way up the bayou from LaFourche to Ibercville
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| Dirty air dirty laundry dirty money dirty rain
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| Dirty dark in the morning when they’re burning the sugar cane
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| Christmas on the bayou
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| Midnight come and gone
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| Driving by the sugar mills
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| All the lights are on
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| Parking lot full of trucks
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| Inside the furnace glows
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| Everybody’s working overtime
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| It’s a good job even though
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| From Thibodaux to Raceland, there’s a fire in the fields
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| All the way up the bayou from LaFourche to Ibercville
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| Dirty air dirty laundry dirty money dirty rain
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| Dirty dark in the morning when they’re burning the sugar cane
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| First came the sugar cane then came Thibodaux
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| King sugar built this town, cane paved these roads
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| Burn the leaves, harvest fast
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| That’s more for the company
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| Nobody even thinks to ask
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| Nobody even thinks to scream
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| From Thibodaux to Raceland, there’s a fire in the fields
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| All the way up the bayou from LaFourche to Ibercville
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| Dirty air dirty laundry dirty money dirty rain
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| Dirty dark in the morning when they’re burning the sugar cane
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| Ashes are falling like a dark and deadly snow
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| All the way up the bayou and 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 the devil and they’re burning
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| Burning, burning the sugar cane |