« Smoky Mary »
Don’t you feel the smell running through your hair
As you’re walking on down the avenue
Those Elysian Fields, opium in the air
This Big Easy Life straight right before you
And you know damn well ain’t the place I wanna go to
Don’t you see me running away from the noise
The crowds of hurry people and the rain that blows
I’m like a battlefield, I’m like a wilted rose
Just like me I need a dirty place to feel at home
And you know damn well ain’t no place like home
Oldie Smoky Mary
Nola’s souls are waiting
Take us ‘way tonight
‘Cause we gotta get outta here
Oldie Smoky Mary
From funerals in Back Old Town
To the shallow waters ’round
We gotta get outta here and now
Ooh ain’t no one who’s gonna miss me
Lived like a raven in the trees
Just like a shadow through the breeze
Ooh ain’t nobody there who’ll wait
For me to return on Fat Tuesday with the Parade
Ooh a hundred pictures in my head
Painted Indian faces, Feather-crowned Creole Men
Ooh Old Smoky Mary won’t you stay
For a little while along the quay
Till the levee breaks
Oldie Smoky Mary
Nola’s souls are waiting
Make us stay tonight
‘Cause we can’t get outta here
Oldie Smoky Mary
From funerals in Back Old Town
To the shallow waters ’round
We can’t get outta here, not now…
