New Orleans Is Sinking

Alright

Bourbon blue on the street

Loose and complete

Under skies so smokey 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, man, and I don't wanna swim

Colonel Tom, what's wrong?

What's going on?

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 postcards

Ain't got no souvenirs

My baby, she don't know me

When I'm thinking 'bout those years

Pale as a lightbulb 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 said, she said

"I swear to God," she said

Ah, no

No, yeah

My memory is muddy, what's this river that I'm in?

New Orleans is sinking, man, and I don't wanna swim

Swim