Blue Bayou

Roy Orbison has always been one of my absolute favorites, ever since I was a little kid. Few singer/songwriters fully grasped the feelings of loneliness and angst like ol’ Roy did, and nobody (fuckin’ NOBODY!) managed to record those feelings in song like Orbison. I challenge anyone with half a heart to listen to Roy Orbison for an hour and tell me they don’t feel what he’s layin’ down.

Blue Bayou is one of those songs that just hits home for me. A requiem for lost love and lost tomorrows, it always seemed like the kind of song that Lennie would have wished to be sung to him at the end of Steinbeck’s Of Mice and Men. And if I’m Lennie, dreaming of rabbits while waiting for that bullet at the base of my skull, I can think of no other person to sing this song to me than Linda fucking Ronstadt.

I feel so bad I’ve got a worried mind
I’m so lonesome all the time
Since I left my baby behind on blue bayou
Savin’ nickels, savin’ dimes
Workin’ ’til the sun don’t shine
Lookin’ forward to happier times on blue bayou
I’m goin’ back some day, come what may, to blue bayou
Where the folks are fine and the world is mine on blue bayou
Where those fishin’ boats with their sails afloat, if I could only see
That familiar sunrise through sleepy eyes how happy I’d be
Gonna’ see my baby again
Gonna’ be with some of my friends
Maybe I’ll feel better again on blue bayou
Savin’ nickels, savin’ dimes
Workin’ ’til the sun don’t shine
Lookin’ forward to happier times on blue bayou
I’m goin’ back some day, come what may to blue bayou
Where the folks are fine and the world is mine on blue bayou
Where those fishin’ boats with their sails afloat, if I could only see
That familiar sunrise through sleepy eyes how happy I’d be
Ah, that girl of mine by my side
The silver moon and the evening tide
Ah, some sweet day gonna take away this hurtin’ inside
Well, I’ll never be blue, my dreams come true on blue bayou

(apologies to Roy and Linda, both)