Crescent City Sneaux

Susan Cowsill

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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

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    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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    Composición: Russ Broussard y Susan Cowsill

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