Outside New Orleans

 

A promise in hand is all most ever have

Always dreaming the taste of fame

 

Promise to meet me on the other side of morning

Don’t mind none if it’s a life of pain

 

Those who travel by river learn how it bends

Following a northern star all the way to its end

 

A promise in hand is all most ever have

Never afraid to taste from fame’s greedy cup

 

Never realizing the sex in games

Never dealt an honest gain

 

On the other side of morning

We’ll sing songs and dance with tides

 

Outside of New Orleans , hear the slaves

Who wail on bound strings of wood guitars

 

Outside of New Orleans , hear the slaves

Who beat drums and wail a tribal cry

 

Bottles of whiskey reflecting a fire dance–voodoo trance

All they dream is for the other side of morning

 

I wish you late for the train

Walking instead – Feet dead tired

Head racing with the wind

Through marshland up to Maine