‘Was a howling storm
On the night I was born
My momma died
And my daddy cried
It was pouring rain
When I was born in pain
Lagniappe; Lagniappe
God’s little gift
Lagniappe
The rain came down
Washed through the town
The water rose
And washed out the roads
The rivers and creeks
Flowed through the streets
Lagniappe; Lagniappe
God’s little gift
Lagniappe
The rain brought a flood
Mississippi mud
It covered the town
Broke bridges down
Washed away our homes
But we keep keepin’ on
Lagniappe; Lagniappe
God’s little gift
Lagniappe
Man’s born to strife
All the days of his life
There’s no better thing
Than to praise God and sing
So for all my days
I’ll give God praise
Lagniappe; Lagniappe
God’s little gift
Lagniappe
I was born in the dirt
It’s to dirt I’ll return
The fruit of my work
Is food for the worms
But all of my days
I’ll sing God’s praise
Lagniappe; Lagniappe
God’s little gift
Lagniappe
Copyright 2007 Donald Paul Harris