Bourbon blues on the street, loose and complete

Under skies all 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?

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 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...

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

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