Year Three, Week Twenty-Five: “I Never Really Lived (Till the Day I Died in New Orleans)”

Lyrics:

You’re gonna drop me off at Bible school
I’m gonna watch you drive away
Once the car is out of sight
Me and my baby gonna dance all night
The crescent city’s calling my name
Shake and break me and spit me out
Tell me what it means
I never really lived
till the day I died in New Orleans

Tonight I didn’t say my prayers
Let’s get lost and never found
I didn’t hear what the big guy said
Abita bottle broken on my head
Blood and blues is raining down
I worship at your altar
it’s hotter than it seems
I never really lived
till the day I died in New Orleans

Baby left without me
I didn’t even notice
the funny looks that she’d been giving him
If you need a place to get down
well I just found the lowest
and if you wanna survive you better learn to swim

There’s crosses hanging in the parish
and nooses hanging in the moss
There’s fighting cocks down in the bayou
crawfish pie, oh me oh my oh
Secrets ain’t just in the sauce
Jesus walked on water
but only in our dreams
You can wash forever
but you’re never getting clean
I never really lived
till the day I died in New Orleans

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