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This song/poem was written for a cousin of mine who was killed trying run through a police roadblock outside of to the Toledo, Ohio. He was shot 27 times. How could one have scripted a more tragic ending to their own life? When such a tragedy like this occurs. I must say the seeds for such a terrible ending were sown many years before the actual happening of the event. I've heard, one's life can be like a train heading for a train wreck. This is one train wreck I experienced personally. It seems as though that person was not willing or not able to get off of that destructive track. A train wreck waiting to happen. How does a young man whose baseball skills were so great that he was signed by the Brooklyn now Los Angeles Dodgers? How does one go from a person who has a chance to rise to the top with fame and fortune to being shot 27 times because of a life of crime? No matter where we start in life, you cannot control who your parents are to be. You have no control over the economic conditions under which you were born and are a part of your life. You have no control over the environment in which you were raised in. It is only when you began to think for yourself and make decisions for yourself, as to what your life will turn out to be. What will be your choices in picking a life track to run on? It is these choices you make in life which determines what life track your train will be on. Will your life's ride be relatively smooth with a minimum amount of bumps? Or will it be a ride which is not so smooth with many bumps; with a few derailments; but no serious wrecks? Or will it be the ride my cousin was on which ended up in a massive wreck, where one does not survive. This song /poem tell of my thoughts about him. I know deep down inside his life did not have to end this way. “My cousin’s name was James Lewis, we called him “Louie.” The name of this song/ poem is Come Back Louie, Come Back, Come Back
Born in a ghetto, as black as a pit
Condemned to die before he was born.
Shot 27 times outside of Toledo.
For taps, they just blew the horn.
Comeback Louie, come back, come back.
There's a roadblock around the bend.
Come back, come back, oh Louie come back.
We'll start all over again.
Do you remember Louie, when we were growing up?
Life was so much fun.
Baseball, boxing, and cute little girls.
You had never touched a gun.
Come back Louie, come back, come back.
The police are waiting around the bend.
Come back, come back, oh Louie come back.
We'll start all over again.
I know you're frustration in being so poor.
The oppression made you run.
There could have been hope, there could have been life.
If you had never picked up that gun.
Come back Louie, come back, come back.
There's trouble blowing in the wind.
Come back, come back, oh Louie come back.
We'll start all over again.
If life was like a record, that you could play again.
No dope or ladies for pay.
No poverty, oppression, a decent chance in life.
You would still be with us today.
Comeback Louie, come back, come back.
There's death around the bend.
Come back, come back, oh Louie come back.
We'll start all over again.
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