| Someone called out to you
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| And it sounded just like crying
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| On a street where nobody
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| Even knows your name
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| Your mind was getting high on the sweet air
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| As your spirit was flying
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| Steam rising from the sidewalks
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| Of New Orleans after an evening rain
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| Steam rising from the sidewalks
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| After an evening rain
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| And it only made the heat
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| Feel like it was walking even closer
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| As you headed up St. Charles
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| To catch a streetcar named Desire
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| Young couple struggling in the doorway
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| Like he was trying to force her
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| In the distance you swore
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| You could hear them open fire
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| Tires squealing in the distance
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| As you heard them open fire
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| Walk on, walk on
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| Don’t look back
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| Don’t ask questions
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| Don’t you try to understand
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| Walk on, walk on
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| Straight back down to your hotel room
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| Where she lies waiting for her man
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| You’re so afraid you might be losing love
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| That it makes you worry
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| And you wonder if she’s ever seen this
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| Kind of fear in you
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| And you think of that young couple
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| In the doorway
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| And it makes you hurry
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| You wonder what kind of fear
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| They might be living through
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| Yeah you wonder if
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| They saw that fear in you
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| Walk on, walk on
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| Don’t look back
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| Don’t ask questions
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| Don’t you try to understand
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| Walk on, walk on
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| Straight back down to your hotel room
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| Where she lies waiting for her man
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| Straight back down to your hotel room
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| Where she lies waiting for her man
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| Walk on, walk on, walk on
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| Songwriter: John Hiatt |