Story Behind The Song
True story about one of the authors and a partner in crime tearing up the South on a lost weekend in the early '90s. Since it was the only time we've ever been thrown out of an entire city, we thought it should be immortalized in song.
Song Description
The song has an uptempo, New Orleans-style groove and tells the true story about two guys in a convertible with too much money and too much time on their hands as they head to Natchez for a weekend of debauchery. It was recorded and mixed at Studio 1225 in California. The song features virtuoso performances by Lee Parvin on keys and vocals, Mike Tyler on guitars, Tom Miller on bass, and Danny Montgomery on drums and percussion.
| Song Length |
4:48 |
Genre |
Rock - Roots/Rock n' Roll, Rock - Americana |
| Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
In High Spirits, Worried |
Subject |
City, Cars |
| Similar Artists |
The Neville Brothers, John Hiatt |
Language |
English |
| Era |
1990 - 1999 |
| |
Lyrics
BEAT IT OUT OF BATON ROUGE
Parvin & Patterson © 2019
The Cajun greeted me at the airport
With a convertible in Baton Rouge
He had a cooler full of ice in the back and two full of booze
We were making a run up to Natchez
Pockets overflowing with cash
For a fais do do with the rest of the oil field trash
Now Timmy had been at it for hours
By the time we got to the bar
They threw his ass off the block you could say he kind of took it too far
And I was huddled up with the prom queen
Who was putting on a hell of a show
She said I'll show you how it ends but you got to take me when you go
Chorus:
The water was rising on the bayou
And we were trying to beat the big deluge
We got out of Mississippi yeah brother
Better beat it out of Baton Rouge
Better beat it out of Baton Rouge
We made a little dough at the tables
But we were running out of pigeons to pluck
Then a pumper with a gun in his boot said we were pushing our luck
We tried to fire up the rag top
And blow town like a runaway train
But someone left the top down yeah in the pouring rain
We finally got the car back to Red Stick
When some college kid from LSU
Called the Cajun a fool and that wasn't a very smart thing to do
(Chorus)
Enter the local lawmen
Who were happy to determine our fate
We vowed never to return and they marched us right to our gate
(Chorus)
(Repeat)
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