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Crescent City Sneaux

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Crescent City Sneaux

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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!

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