I feel like a kite without a string
Only my tail to guide me
Just paper and sticks and tattered sheets
Waiting on a friendly wind
Hold all our memories in one hand
So tight that you won’t let ‘em go
And in the other hand we pray
That the wind and the panic and the rain
Would all turn to a soft and quiet snow
A long time ago when I was young
I used to know everything
Now it’s today and I am sure
That I don’t know anything at all
Holding all our memories in one hand
So tight that you won’t let ‘em go
And in the other hand we pray
That the wind and the panic and the rain
Would all turn to a soft and quiet, gentle peaceful snow
Oh when dem Saints come marching in
I’ll be walking to New Orleans
I’ll be eating beignets at Du Monde
Singing Joni at the Carrollton Station
I’ll be hanging out in Jackson Square
Twelve o’clock I’ll meet you there
I’ll be down on Frenchman with Big Chief
Trying to find a place to eat
Tailgating at the Dome
Man I can’t wait to go home
All our precious hearts were all shattered
Scattered across the land
But I knew that I was going back
To a place where I know who I am
Holding all our memories in one hand
So tight that you wont ever ever ever let ‘em go
And in the other hand we pray
That the wind and the panic and the rain
Would all turn to a soft and quiet, gentle peaceful
N.O.L.A.
Crescent City Snow
It is three a.m. at the Circle Bar
Where the hell did we park that car?
Yeah and it’s six a.m. at the Christmas Lounge
Man, we got a hell of a town
A town where your Grandma tells my Grandma
While they’re sitting by a fire
And we will all go down to the Audubon Zoo
And they’ll all ask for you
They’ll all be singing
Who Dat Who Dat
Who Dat say dey gonna beat dem Saints
Who Dat Who Dat
Oh, when dem Saints come marchin’ in
Oh, when dem Saints come marchin’ in
Yeah when dem Saints come marchin’ in
Oh, when dem Saints come marchin’ in
They’ll all be singing
Who Dat Who Dat
Who Dat say dey gonna beat dem Saints
Singing Who Dat Who Dat
Ohhhhhhhhh
What What What Yeah Yeah Saints!