Port Artur Lyrics

Aransas Pass to Matagorda, Freeport to Galveston
It didn't matter which side of that old state line that Port Arthur was on

Them Cajun boys were lonesome for Louisiana, that's for sure
And they'd say "Goodbye Texas, hello Port Artur"
Back in '67 I worked the evening tour
As a roughneck in the oil fields and I made eight bucks an hour
That was sure good money then but I always had it spent
Tuition down at Texas A&I was where it went

Now throwing chain through the summer break was not the way to go
So I took a job on a work boat in the Gulf of Mexico
The port of Corpus Christi was where we let out from
And the crew was mostly Cajun boys too old for Viet-Nam
Aransas Pass to Matagorda, Freeport to Galveston
It didn't matter which side of that old state line that Port Arthur was on

Them Cajun boys were lonesome for Louisiana, that's for sure

And they'd say "Goodbye Texas, hello Port Artur"
Solo
Evenings I would watch that big old sun sink in the waves
And I'd write letters back home to my sweetheart everyday
Them boys were nice enough but they'd had all of this state that they could stand
They'd say "Texas, she's alright, but she ain't no Louisianne."

Aransas Pass to Matagorda, Freeport to Galveston
It didn't matter which side of that old state line that Port Arthur was on
Them Cajun boys were lonesome for Louisiana, that's for sure
And they'd say "Goodbye Texas, hello Port Artur"