The Tragically Hip - New Orleans Is Sinking lyrics

All right

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 want to 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 got to scream
She said, "Gordie, baby
I know exactly what you mean"
She said, she said, I swear to god she said

Oh, no no, yeah

My memory is muddy
What's this river that I'm in?
New Orleans is sinking, man
And I don't want to swim

Swim