bourbon blues on the streetloose and complete under skies all smoky blue-green I can t forsake a Dixie dead-shake so we danced the sidewalk clean my memory is muddy. what s this river that I m in? New Orleans is sinking manand I don t wanna swim Colonel Tomwhat s wrong? what s going on? you can t tie yourself up for a deal he said "hey north you re south shut your big mouth you gotta do what you feel is real" ain t got no picture postcardsain t got no souvenirs my babyshe don t know me when I m thinking bout those years pale as a light bulb hanging on a wire sucking up to someone just to stoke the fire picking out the highlights of the scenery saw a little cloud that looked a little like me I had my hands in the river my feet back up on the banks looked up to the Lord above and said "hey man thanks" sometimes I feel so good I gotta scream she said Gordie baby I know exactly what you mean she saidshe saidI swear to God she said... My memory is muddy. what s this river that I m in? New Orleans is sinking man and I don t wanna swim |
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