Song Lyrics

Bourbon blues on the street, loose and complete
Under skies all 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 going on?
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 have 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
Swim

Gordon Downie, Gordon Sinclair, Johnny Fay, Paul Langlois, Robert Baker