New Orleans Is Sinking - The Tragically Hip

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Bourbon blues 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 tie yourself up for a deal

He said Hey north you're south

Shut you 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 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 said she said I swear to God she said

Oh 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