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Bourbon blues on the street loose and complete Under skies all smoky blue-green I can Forksake the dixie dead shake So we dance the sidewalk clean My memory is muddy what's this river I'm in New Orleans is sinking and I don't want to swim Colonel Tom What's wrong? What's Going On You can't tie yourself up for a deal He said" Hey North you're south shut you big mouth You gotta do what you feel is real." Ain't got no picture postcards ain't go no souvenirs My baby she don't know me when I'm thinking about those years Pale as a light bulb hanging on a wire Sucking up to someone just stoke the fire Picking out the highlights of the scenery Saw a little cloud looked a little like me I had my hands in the river My feet back up on the banks Looked up to the Lord above and said hey man thanks Sometimes I fell so good I gotta scream She says Gordie baby I know exactly what you mean She said, she said I swear to God she said My memory is muddy what's this river I'm in New Orleans is sinking and I don't want to swim From Letras Mania