NEW ORLEANS

Padlock the doors, hide the gasoline
Board-up the windows get down on your knees
Pray for the doctor, he shows up on time
Pray for the widow with her wounded eyes

New Orleans, swing lowly
Your Dixie's down, your chariots gone
New Orleans, street lamplight of blue
Now your saints are so far from home

Crayon the mask you cut from the sheets
Run through the dust with its lonely reach
Tattoo the privileged with their easy charity
Hold to the children still in tarnished dreams

New Orleans, swing lowly
Your Dixie's down, your chariots gone
New Orleans, street lamplight of blue
Now your saints are so far from home

Can't find moon in the sky filled with stars
Can't hold the light as it lessens to dark
Pray for the doctor, he shows up on time
Pray for the widow with her wounded eyes

New Orleans, swing lowly
Your Dixie's down, your chariots gone
New Orleans, street lamplight of blue
Now your saints are so far from home