Memories of Crescent City Wednesday nights at the Rock-n-Bowl On the bandstand there is Snooks and guitar Pure gasoline for the soul Take me back to the Mound City Any night across town Bennie for blues and James for barrel house The brown eyed handsome man is still around You give yourself to the world You don't hold back much of anything Mother Theresa to the animal kingdom You know how high to set the bar You give your words freely Takes it back to familiar ground But when you hold your cards close to your chest It shows you've been pushed too far Looking back on Louisiana Where the dirty water flows And life there is a little easier As anyone who has been through knows Conversations turn to metaphors The cards to the table you bring Fold your hand but save your best for later Don't know how long these angels sing
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