Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Calling the Children Home , by - Little Feat. Release date: 15.06.1998
Song language: English
Calling the Children Home |
| Uptown, the other side of canal |
| The funky butt hall down on liberty street |
| All day long it was the criminal morgue |
| Where dead street boys take a load off ther feet |
| When the sun goes doen buddy bolden plays the blues |
| Room full of sin, buckets of booze |
| How that horn could travel on a hot southern night |
| He was calling the children home all right |
| He was calling the children home |
| Bury me down in new orleans |
| So I can spend eternity above ground |
| You can flood this town |
| But you can’t shut the party down |
| Ain’t no drownin' the spirit |
| We callin' the children home |
| Yeah that spasm band side show down in Jefferson Square |
| The band wagon battles ain’t goin' no where |
| Storyville girls tellin' tales in the night |
| How they bought all the bulls with a song |
| Cocaine Lil, sweet miss thing |
| At the hotel y’all ring ding ding |
| Poundin' the ivory’s down at mahogany hall |
| They was callin' the children home |
| Oh yeah, they was callin' the children home |
| Bury me down in new orleans |
| So I can spend eternity above ground |
| You can flood this town |
| But you can’t shut the party down |
| Ain’t no drownin' the spirit |
| Callin' the children home |
| Was it the paddle wheels of commerce make you move the president |
| Or the insiders and outlaws sellin' snake oil from the tent |
| A fressh breath of honesty would sure be heaven sent |
| But politics is politics, the business is the rent |
| Downtown people take to the streets |
| They checkin' the sounds, they lookin' to eat |
| Britsens manales just a trolly away |
| You can tease your palate any time night or day |
| There was the night at tips, when the fess hit the keys |
| Like a bomb goin' off, brought you down to your knees |
| Ernie K. Doe — Bobby Marchand — |
| Eddie Bo, don’t forget Dr. John |
| They callin' the children home |
| Bury me down in new orleans |
| So I can spend eternity above ground |
| You can flood this town |
| But you can’t shut the party down |
| Ain’t no drownin' the spirit |
| We callin' the children home |
| Ain’t no drownin' the spirit |
| We callin' the children home |