Story of New Orleans
from The Things You Keep by Jon Gorey
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Down for the festival some years ago
Woke up at 2 a.m. to go see a show
At Tipitina’s we drank on the lawn
Pulled up onstage and then kicked out at dawn
In New Orleans, New Orleans
A friend of mine spent his New Year’s Eve
In some girl’s arms above Bourbon Street
And later on when the morning came
He knew her story but not her name
New Orleans, New Orleans, oh I’m sure
Nobody’s loved you more
Then the music stopped, the ocean swelled
Our brothers, friends, and children trapped in hell
And every rambling heart the world around
Mourned as our beloved city drowned
And so my dreams were broken in two
The memory of her and the sight of you
I had to be there, I had to go
Was she gone forever? I just had to know
My New Orleans, New Orleans, oh be sure
I said a prayer for her
Walking down the streets and boulevards
Trees torn from their roots, abandoned cars
But somewhere in the air, I heard the sound
Of saxophones and trumpets underground
Looking around at all the work to be done
Enough to overcome most anyone
But the man on the stoop of his gutted out home
Humming a gospel song, was not alone
The family next door they lost everything, too
They picked up the pieces as they picked up the tune
People kept singing, pulling through
Music don’t die, and neither will you
My New Orleans, New Orleans, oh be sure
I’ve never loved you more
Woke up at 2 a.m. to go see a show
At Tipitina’s we drank on the lawn
Pulled up onstage and then kicked out at dawn
In New Orleans, New Orleans
A friend of mine spent his New Year’s Eve
In some girl’s arms above Bourbon Street
And later on when the morning came
He knew her story but not her name
New Orleans, New Orleans, oh I’m sure
Nobody’s loved you more
Then the music stopped, the ocean swelled
Our brothers, friends, and children trapped in hell
And every rambling heart the world around
Mourned as our beloved city drowned
And so my dreams were broken in two
The memory of her and the sight of you
I had to be there, I had to go
Was she gone forever? I just had to know
My New Orleans, New Orleans, oh be sure
I said a prayer for her
Walking down the streets and boulevards
Trees torn from their roots, abandoned cars
But somewhere in the air, I heard the sound
Of saxophones and trumpets underground
Looking around at all the work to be done
Enough to overcome most anyone
But the man on the stoop of his gutted out home
Humming a gospel song, was not alone
The family next door they lost everything, too
They picked up the pieces as they picked up the tune
People kept singing, pulling through
Music don’t die, and neither will you
My New Orleans, New Orleans, oh be sure
I’ve never loved you more
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The Things You Keep, track
released 06 December 2011
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Singer/songwriter Jon Gorey has performed in bars and cafes all over the world, from Seattle to Stockholm, including packed ... more full-band shows in New York and his hometown of Boston. Some say his 2004 anthem ‘The Scarlet Letter,’ which was played on local radio and at Boston-area bars, helped the historically heartbreaking Red Sox win their first World Series title in 86 years. less
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