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Mama's got her babies |
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Sleeping in a grocery cart |
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Daddy's eyes are hazy |
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Wondering where they are |
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Waiting for the buses |
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Waiting on some Providence |
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Once we get to Houston |
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Maybe it will all make sense |
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Praying to the Father |
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And calling for the cavalry |
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Look at all this water |
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And somehow not a drop to drink |
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Now did you ever hear of nightmares |
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Coming in the light of day |
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Once we get to Houston |
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Maybe they'll just wash away |
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Roll on Mississippi, goodbye Crescent City |
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Les Bon Temps New Orleans |
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Never coming back to stay |
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Never been to Texas |
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Hope this bus is on a tear |
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Never seen the President |
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Maybe he will meet us there |
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Never knew a promise |
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That didn't break right in two |
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Once we get to Houston |
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Maybe one will come true |
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Roll on Mississippi, goodbye Crescent City |
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Les Bon Temps New Orleans |
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Never coming back to you |
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Last night I dreamed of rain |
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But golden light was all I saw |
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I heard my old dog barking |
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I went to see the Mardi Gras |
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I stood up on the banks |
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And looked out over Pontchartrain |
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I woke up here in Houston |
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Didn't even know my name |
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Roll on Mississippi, goodbye Crescent City |
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Les Bon Temps New Orleans |
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Never coming back again |
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Roll on Mississippi, Goodby Crescent City |
