In my dreams things are the same
There was no angry wind
There was no bitter rain
There was no savage hurricane
That had Katrina for a name
No bones of houses silhouetted
Stark and rotting
Against a darkening sky
No terrifying cries for help
And no babies had to die
My dream was of a better time
Of wild parties, of flowing wine
Of a hot tenor sax
Played by a real cool cat
That wailed so sweetly
In the softness of the night
A woman sings of her lost love
Of a hurting that haunts her soul
Here smoky sexy voice
Fills the room with pain
There was no angry wind
There was no bitter rain
There was no savage hurricane
That had Katrina for a name
No bones of houses silhouetted
Stark and rotting
Against a darkening sky
No terrifying cries for help
And no babies had to die
My dream was of a better time
Of wild parties, of flowing wine
Of a hot tenor sax
Played by a real cool cat
That wailed so sweetly
In the softness of the night
A woman sings of her lost love
Of a hurting that haunts her soul
Here smoky sexy voice
Fills the room with pain
Her man went and done her wrong
But now his sorry ass is gone
And she’s found another love
Who’s promised always to be true
But she knows he’ll do the same thing to
Fragrant aromas fill the night
Old Joe’s cooking up
A Creole and Cajun delight
Cat fish browning in a greasy pan
Jambalaya and gumbo boiling on a stove
Fills the nose of every hungry man
That plays a horn on Bourbon Street
The scent of sweet jasmine
Is carried by the summer wind
Girls in sexy frilly clothes
Flirt from behind Japan fans
And dance as the trumpets play
They blush as they surrender to
Kisses from their handsome beau
And whirl until the light of day
But now his sorry ass is gone
And she’s found another love
Who’s promised always to be true
But she knows he’ll do the same thing to
Fragrant aromas fill the night
Old Joe’s cooking up
A Creole and Cajun delight
Cat fish browning in a greasy pan
Jambalaya and gumbo boiling on a stove
Fills the nose of every hungry man
That plays a horn on Bourbon Street
The scent of sweet jasmine
Is carried by the summer wind
Girls in sexy frilly clothes
Flirt from behind Japan fans
And dance as the trumpets play
They blush as they surrender to
Kisses from their handsome beau
And whirl until the light of day
But like all other sweet night dreams
Mine to fades fast away
And leaves behind in its wake
The harsh reality of the day
A lonely, tinny clarinet
Plays in sadness and in regret
For the beauty that has passed away
But like a phoenix
That has been consumed
By a bright, burning flame
New Orleans will rise again
The Big Easy shall be made a new
And a hot tenor sax
Played loudly by a real cool cat
Will once more wail
In the softness of a summer’s night
A dream will be reborn
By the sound of that golden horn
Girlish laughter will fill the air
And flirt from behind Japan fans
As they surrender without a care
To bold advances from their beau
The Big Easy calls me to come home
A call I can’t ignore
And I know on some sweet day
I’ll walk down Bourbon Street once more
In my dreams things are the same
There was no angry wind
There was no bitter rain
There was no savage hurricane
That had Katrina for a name
No bones of houses silhouetted
Stark and rotting
Against a darkening sky
No terrifying cries for help
And no babies had to die
Mine to fades fast away
And leaves behind in its wake
The harsh reality of the day
A lonely, tinny clarinet
Plays in sadness and in regret
For the beauty that has passed away
But like a phoenix
That has been consumed
By a bright, burning flame
New Orleans will rise again
The Big Easy shall be made a new
And a hot tenor sax
Played loudly by a real cool cat
Will once more wail
In the softness of a summer’s night
A dream will be reborn
By the sound of that golden horn
Girlish laughter will fill the air
And flirt from behind Japan fans
As they surrender without a care
To bold advances from their beau
The Big Easy calls me to come home
A call I can’t ignore
And I know on some sweet day
I’ll walk down Bourbon Street once more
In my dreams things are the same
There was no angry wind
There was no bitter rain
There was no savage hurricane
That had Katrina for a name
No bones of houses silhouetted
Stark and rotting
Against a darkening sky
No terrifying cries for help
And no babies had to die
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