G When I think of you Baton Rouge I think of a m C so helpless Well I once had a car lost it in a divorce the judge was a woman of course She said give her the car and the house and your taste or else I set the trial date So now when I think of you Baton Rouge and the deep southern belles, ah, with their touch I wonder where love ends and hate starts to blush in the fields in the swamps in the rush In the terra-cotta cobwebs of your mind, ah when did you start seeing me as a spider spinnin (guitartabs.cc)