Storyville

Me and Jodie left Atlanta

I snuck her out of her back door

We drove that car down to Savannah

And Jodie drove when I could drive no more

We left the winter back in Georgia

I left the dst that filled my lungs

She said my people were all born here

We'll hit Louisiana 'fore the morning comes

She said this is it

This is where we stop

You got nothing to lose if

You ain't got a lot

This is what we are

This is where we belong

If you listen very hard

They'll be playing our song

Down in Storyville

Where a man can live his life and get his fill

This is Storyville

Where there's music in the air and time to kill

My father dug the wells in Tulsa

Never quite got the grease off his hands

He was a digger and a tough one

But he never was a company man

Louisiana was inviting

Around the time of the boom

Those creole women moved like lighting

And Dixieland could really shake the room

And my father said this is it...