The Tragically Hip - New Orleans Is Sinking

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[Verse]
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Bourbon Blues, on the street, loose and complete
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Under skies of smokey blue -green
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I cant forsake a dixie dead shake
       Em         G         Em    G
So we danced the sidewalk clean
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My memory is muddy, what?s this river that I?m in?
    B         
Hey New Orleans is sinkin, man
    A
And I dont want to swim
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Colonel Tom, what's wrong? What's going on?
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You can't tie yourself up for a deal
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He said, Hey, north, you're south, shut your big mouth
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You gotta do what you feel is real
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Ain't got no picture postcards, ain't got no souvenirs
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My baby she don't know me when I'm thinking bout those years
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Pale as a light bulb hanging on a wire
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Sucking up to someone just to stoke the fire
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Picking out the highlights of the scenery
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Saw a little cloud that looked a little like me
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I had my hands in the river, my feet back up on the banks
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Looked up to the lord above and said, Hey, man, thanks
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Sometimes I feel so good I got to scream
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She said, Gordie, baby, I know exactly what you mean
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She said, she said, I swear to god she said
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My memory is muddy, what's this river that I'm in?
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New Orleans is sinking, man, and I don't want to swim
Swim