I don't give a damn what those people say   Cane smoke can't be good for you day after day   Every year at harvest time black smoke fills the sky   Get the kids and bring 'em home and make 'em stay inside      From Thibodaux to Raceland   There's a fire in the fields   All the way up the bayou from LaFourche to Ibercville   Dirty air dirty laundry dirty money dirty rain   Dirty dark in the morning when they're burning the sugar cane      Christmas on the bayou   Midnight come and gone   Driving by the sugar mills   All the lights are on   Parking lot full of trucks   Inside the furnace glows   Everybody's working overtime   It's a good job even though      From Thibodaux to Raceland, there's a fire in the fields   All the way up the bayou from LaFourche to Ibercville   Dirty air dirty laundry dirty money dirty rain   Dirty dark in the morning when they're burning the sugar cane      First came the sugar cane then came Thibodaux   King sugar built this town, cane paved these roads   Burn the leaves, harvest fast   That's more for the company   Nobody even thinks to ask   Nobody even thinks to scream      From Thibodaux to Raceland, there's a fire in the fields   All the way up the bayou from LaFourche to Ibercville   Dirty air dirty laundry dirty money dirty rain   Dirty dark in the morning when they're burning the sugar cane      Ashes are falling like a dark and deadly snow   All the way up the bayou and to the gulf of Mexico   Dirty air, dirty laundry, dirty money, dirty rain   A dirty deal with the devil and they're burning   Burning, burning the sugar cane