Lisa Sawyer

She was born in New Orleans

New Orleans, Louisiana

Branded with the name Lisa Sawyer

Circa 1963

Grandmother was Indian, Indian

Her mother's name was Eartha, swift as the wind, fierce as fire

Her father's name was Vector

Worked two jobs to provide for his flock

She was the youngest of seven, seven

She grew up in Louisa street, chaos around but inside cozy

Small but a mansion in her eyes

Eyes, eyes, mansion

Never had much money, money

But was filthy rich with the wealth you couldn't get

From a dark casino or a lottery ticket, they had love

Love, love, rich in love

She had complexion of

The complexion of a sweet praline, hair long as the sea

Heart warm like Louisiana sun, voice like a symphony

Of the most beautiful instruments, whoa, beautiful

At the age of sixteen, sixteen

She found Christ at an altar all along he was calling her name

The gospel spoken from an old wrinkly man

Man, man, gospel

She was born in New Orleans

She was born in New Orleans

She was born in New Orleans

New Orleans