| It was the blackbirds that loiter
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| Silhouetted on wires
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| It was the old window fan
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| Catchin' rusty twirls
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| Like a cheese puff in the rain
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| No I didn’t stand a chance
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| I was a little piece of street debris
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| Dancin' down Decatur Street
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| What was this?
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| What did I find?
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| Rollin on this New Orleans tide
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| When I went down to the riverside
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| When I went down to the riverside
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| It was the breath of sweet olive trees
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| Steeped through summer’s heat
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| As they heave their breath into the street
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| And dangle from the feet of bees
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| It was the baskets
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| And the beads
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| Hangin from those balconies
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| It was them flowers and them flags
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| It was the Fleure de Lis
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| Maybe you were listening
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| When the saints go marching in?
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| It was that steamy fog
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| Rollin off the Mississippi!
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| What was this?
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| What did I find?
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| Rollin on this New Orleans tide
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| When I went down to the riverside
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| When I went down to the riverside
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| It was the baskets and the beads
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| Hangin' from those balconies
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| It was them flowers and them flags
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| It was the Fleure De Lis!
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| It was you
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| It was you
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| It was you who’d take my heart
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| On the water
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| There’s secrets in the water
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| There’s secrets in the water
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| There’s secrets in the water
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| Secrets in the water |