She was going home in New Orleans,
New Orleans, Louisiana
Branded with a name, Lisa Sawyer
Circle 1963
Grand other words, Indian

Indian
Her mother´s name was
Earth swift as the wind
Fiercest fire
Her father´s name was Victor
Worked 2 jobs to provide for his flock
He was the youngest of 7, 7
She grew up on Louison street
Chaos around, but the sight closing, small
But imagine her eyes, ah, ah

Never had much money
No need, but was filthy rich
For wealth, couldn´t get from a dark casino
The lottery ticket, they had love, love, love
Rich in love

She had the complexion of

The complexion of a sweet praline
Hair long as the sea
Heart warm like the Louisiana sun
Voice like a symphony
Of the most instrument born
Beautiful
At the age of 16, 16
She found Christ on an altar
All along he was calling her name
The gospel was spoken from an old written name
Name, name
She was in Orleans, New Orleans
She was born a honey in New Orleans
She was born a honey in New Orleans
New Orleans