Lyric New Orleans Is Sinking

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 wanna 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 gotta 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 wanna swim