| G | Em | C | G | |
| Baton Rouge or F | risco, it's a | lways the sa | me |
| Em | C | G | |
| Baton Rouge or F | risco, I c | an't forget her na | me |
| Gm | F | Gm | F | |
| In the | dead of night | in my way out of | town |
| Gm | F | D | |
| And by | morning light | I was cover | ed in ground |
| C | G | D | G | |
| Every | part of her was | gone I was | just moving | on |
| Em | Am | D | |
| Till I | read next day Ma | rie (??) | found |
| And it was much to late to turn around |
| Chorus |
| Just a passing love that was all I could give |
| Be she understood the way I live |
| All I wanted from Marie was a sweet memory |
| When her lips reached out and touched the man in me |
| And now that memory won't let me be |
| Chorus |
| by: José Duarte |
| jtduarte1@gmail.com |