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Black snakes in the high grass, sweet peas on the vine An old grey shack for five souls to share Ain't no rest for Mama, Daddy's workin' all the time But I'm too young to notice or to care Fearful hymns and hand-me-downs, old folks talkin' strange Stories you came late to you can't hardly change But if dreams don't turn to silver, nor teardrops to wine How did Hardluck, Louisiana turn to Heaven in my mind? I can hear a hound dog tell his troubles to the moon And a soft wind stirrin' in the live oak trees That front porch piano was always out of tune But no angel band played a sweeter harmony When each day's a miracle, how's a child to know? Maybe I should quit believin' – it was all so long ago But if dreams don't turn to silver, nor teardrops to wine How did Hardluck, Louisiana turn to Heaven in my mind? Life could be a miracle, how's a child to know? Maybe I should quit believin' – it was all so long ago But if dreams don't turn to silver, nor teardrops to wine How did Hardluck, Louisiana turn to Heaven in my mind? How did Hardluck, Louisiana turn to Heaven in my mind? From Letras Mania