All right



Bourbon blues on the street, loose and complete

Under skies all smoky blue green

I can't forsake a dixie dead shake

So we danced the sidewalk clean



My memory is muddy, what's this river that I'm in?

New Orleans is sinking, man, 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 your big mouth

You gotta do what you feel is real



Ain't got no picture postcards, ain't got no souvenirs

My baby she don't know me when I'm thinking bout those years



Pale as a light bulb hanging on a wire

Sucking up to someone just to stoke the fire

Picking out the highlights of the scenery

Saw a little cloud that 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 feel so good I got to scream

She said, 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 that I'm in?

New Orleans is sinking, man, and I don't want to swim



Swim