spencer bohren - born in a biscayne Lyrics

BORN IN A BISCAYNE Â SPENCER BOHREN/Michael Carson, 1984

I was born in a Biscayne, back in '55.
Mama was a sweet thing, kept the boy alive.
Kept her boy alive! Kept her boy alive!

Mama always told me, "Never be afraid.
"Keep looking forward 'til you're in the grave.
"Don't let no one turn you 'round.
"Never let nothin' get you down."

I was born in a Biscayne, back in '55.

Baby sister told me, "You are out of your mind.
"Got to find Jesus while you still got time."
I said, "Baby sister, that cannot be.
"Can't find Jesus. He gonna have to find me."

By the side of the road down in Terrebonne Parish
I was born in a black Chevrolet.
The wind was howling and the dogs was growling
And it looked like it's gonna rain.
From deep in the swamp stepped a dark-haired woman
Come to take a look at me.
Spoke three words, Lord, I don't know what they were,
And today it's still a mystery.

I was born in a black Biscayne Chevrolet.
I was born in a Tudor Biscayne Chevrolet.
I was born in a '54 Biscayne Chevrolet.
I was born in a black, tudor, '54 Biscayne Chevrolet.
I was born in a Biscayne.