They say that you are lost
But how can it be
Lying there barely breathing
A wreck for the world to see
Me, I can’t believe it.
Seeing you in such distress
To music you’ve been like a mother
So many have feed off your breast
You gave us all, you let us in
We were thirsty and we drank our fill
We passed what you gave to the others who came
And they keep on passing it still
You’d taken us in, to your wide open arms
You gave meaning to paying your dues
And now it’s you who’s sad
Now it’s you whose got the blues
New Orleans….
And now you are alone
Mired in sadness and mud
Your children have left you
Fleeing from the flood
Can anyone say what will happen
Can you tell me what will be
Will they leave you slowly dying
Or will life come back to your streets
Like a Zombie for the TV
You smile like it’s under control
And you carry on acting like nothing has happened
But ooh, where is your soul
You were the mother for kings of Blues
Of Jazz & Rock & Roll
Mystical and full of
so wise and magical
Now whatever happens, you can’t be destroyed
Even if so much is gone
Your spirit soars through our hearts and minds
For us you will always live on
New Orleans…
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