From Louisiana I’ll tell you a tale, Of a boy who was certain his dream would prevail. They said he was nothing, but he answered “No, One day the world will know Tibodeaux.” I’ll be a hero, just wait and see, One day the world will remember me. Though you may call me nothing today, I’ll be a hero, you’ll see someday. His teacher declared, “you’ll never be much, No glory, no future, no fire to touch.” The class all laughed, but he whispered low, “One day you’ll see me, I’m Tibodeaux.” He asked for the hand of a girl fair and kind, Her father just scorned him and turned him aside. “You’ve got no riches, no place to go, You’ll never be worthy, young Tibodeaux.” A quarrel broke out in the old general store, A pistol was fired, a man hit the floor. As he fled the town, the shopkeeper roared, “You’ll never be nothing forevermore.” I’ll be a hero, just wait and see, One day the world will remember me. Though you may call me nothing today, I’ll be a hero, you’ll see someday. He crossed the Red River and wandered alone, Till he came upon Texans defending their home. The captain cried, “Back east they all say, We’ll never be nothing, not now, not today.” At the Alamo walls the cannons did roar, The soldiers all knew they’d be outnumbered sore. One whispered in fear, “we’ll all die in vain,” But Lucien cried out through the smoke and the flame. A bullet found true and he fell to the ground, The battle still raged with the cannons’ loud sound. And one final call to his ears made its way, “Boys, you did well — we’re heroes today.” No more the dreamer by the bayou’s flow, Now sung in the ballads is Tibodeaux. Though life had told him he’d never remain, He fell with the heroes in Texas that day.
