| They we say we’ve got to leave but there’s no way to go
|
| This ain’t the first time we’ve weathered out a storm
|
| And I ain’t got nothing but at least I know it’s mine
|
| And I’ll be god damned if I’m leaving here before the day I die
|
| So let the rain sting my neck
|
| Let the mighty Mississippi take this god-forsaken town
|
| Let the storm and all the fury come and carry me away
|
| Take me to that place somewhere on higher ground
|
| The voices on the radio were cracking off and on
|
| The court is underwater and the levees all but gone
|
| There’s children in the treetops and soldiers in the sky
|
| It’s too late now to run I’d never make it out alive
|
| Everyone sit tight help is on the way
|
| I don’t think Jr. is going to last another day
|
| We got a sawed off and a red hot .44
|
| So all you looters best come heavy when you’re knocking on my door
|
| (Bridge)
|
| We all know this crescent city just won’t be the same again
|
| And I’ll still be standing' when the saints go marching in
|
| X’s on the windows say there’s no one left inside
|
| If you count the painted numbers you’ll know just how many died
|
| And I’m one in half a million so at least I’m not alone
|
| The hurricane is over but the storm keeps raging on
|
| So let the rain sting my neck
|
| Let the mighty Mississippi take this god-forsaken town
|
| Let the storm and all the fury come and carry me away
|
| Take me to that place somewhere on higher ground
|
| Take me to that place somewhere on higher ground |