Karaoké New Orleans Is Sinking The Tragically Hip

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

Ah

Ah ah oh

Oh oh yeah

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