Ghosts of New Orleans

I am a witness

To some real bad real mad stuff going down

In the Cathedral

There's not a prayer nowhere

Nowhere to be found

And if you listen close

You can almost hear the sound

Of

Marie Laveau du Vieux Carre

Where Louis Armstrong used to play

Now the only sound you can hear down on these lonely streets

Are the ghosts of New Orleans

It ain't voodoo

Or some Pirate Alley rendezvous

It ain't gris gris

Or down in Jackson square where you got your shoes

Feels like a reckoning, yeah the box is open and the spirits cut loose

With

Marie Laveau du Vieux Carre

Where Louis Armstrong used to play

Now the only sound you can hear down on these lonely streets

Are the ghosts of New Orleans

People hiding in their houses and saving up for later

While Spirits are second lining from Bourbon to Decatur

With Marie Laveau du Vieux Carre

Where Louis Armstrong used to play

Now the only sound you can hear down on these lonely streets

Are the ghosts of New Orleans