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When the Saints Return

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By Jake Speed · March 1st, 2006 · Speedy Delivery
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Fat Tuesday and the Mardi Gras season has thankfully rekindled the quickly fading images of the jazz-singin?, sax-swingin?, feather-flyin?, tap-dancin?, pirate-prancin? city of New Orleans. Six months have moped by since Katrina evicted so many good folks from their homes; this is the time when the aid runs dry, the buzz runs low, and the poor are run out. I chose to write a reminder song to everyone who may have forgotten the grief that continues to seep into the lives of these hard hit folks.

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When the Saints Return

2/26 & 2/27/2006

Home is where the jazz band rings Home is where the streetcar sings Home?s a dance at Mardi Gras My home in New Orleans is gone

It?s hard, it?s hard. When you ain?t got no home it?s hard

One sad day the winds tore through Drowned us in the Delta blues Left us lost and lonesome few Like a levy: broke in two

Father, father, where is he? Flood done cast him out to sea. Mother, mother, where are you? Wind done washed away her too.

Stayed awhile with a friend My hungry mouth he could not tend A job of work I search and seek But ain?t no work for guys like me

Swept into a shelter bed Barely room to rest my head Swept away from all I know Where am I supposed to go?

They call us all the refugees They call us all evacuees All our names, they don?t know But they know it?s time we?re on our own

Now listen to me everyone Who calls us homeless lazy bums Do not slander and accuse Until you?ve walked in my poor shoes

Like the saints marched in before Like old Satchmo?s trumpet roared Like Tennessee and Faulkner penned New Orleans will be home again


 
 
 
 

 

 
 
 
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