New Orleans is Sinking by the Tragically Hip
Bourbon blues, on the street, loose and complete
Under skies of smoky 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 goin’ on
You can’t tie yourself up for a deal
He said hey north, your south, shut your big mouth
You gotta do what you feel is real
Ain’t got not picture postcards, ain’t got no souvenirs
My baby she don’t know me when I’m thinkin’ bout those years
Pale as a lightbulb, hangin’ on a wire
Suckin’ up to someone just to stoke the fire
Check’n out the hilites of the scenery
Saw a little cloud that looked a little like me
I have my hands in the river, my feet back up on the bank
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…
aaahhh aaahhh, yehhhhh
aaahhh aaahhh, yehhhhh
My memory is muddy, what’s this river that I’m in
New Orleans is sinking man, and I don’t wanna swim