Going down to Mystic, Louisiana
Looking for the meaning in the dirt
This is my story, my story is my glory
My shame, my comfort, my hurt

It's all that I've got, all that I've never had
It's all that I've got, all that I've never had

Down in the piney woods
There is a patch of land
Not what you'd call a prize
More a line on the ledger of the tax man

Somewhere you'd toil for a spell
Till the good Lord called your name
There in the middle of no man's land
On the edge of the bayou state

Going down to Mystic, Louisiana
Looking for the meaning in the dirt
This is my story, my story is my glory
My shame, my comfort, my hurt

It's all that I've got, all that I've never had
It's all that I've got, all that I've never had

Mystery awaits me in Choupique
Still I'm hoping that I will find
An old man's bones hidden under stones
Symbols of ties that bind

They say ol' Katrina washed away
All the dead from their place in the ground
According to a preacher on the radio
Neither bone nor soul will be found

Yes, I'm going down to Singer, Beauregard Parish
Looking for the meaning in the pines
Once they were many and don't you know plenty
Of men gave them blood, sweat, and time

It's all that I've got, all that I've never had
It's all that I've got, all that I've never had

Going down to Mystic, Louisiana
Looking for the meaning in the dirt

Going down to Mystic, Louisiana
Looking for the meaning in the dirt
This is my story, my story is my glory
My shame, my comfort, my hurt

Going down to Mystic, Louisiana
Looking for the meaning in the dirt
This is my story, my story is my glory
My shame, my comfort, my hurt