Dave Sills - Lament for New Orleans Lyrics

There's something about the end of summer
Warm waters rule the day
And storms are born by name and number
Disaster's surely on its way
Dark black clouds surround the city
Winds they turn her bright to grey
Pontchartrain and Mississippi
Dikes can't hold this surge at bay
You'd better get high, the water's rising
Ten feet now, it's not surprising
Nowhere to go, everybody's crying
The blues are back, the jazzman's sighing
Remember the day the Big Easy blew away
She's come too far as a city
To have her soul washed away
But songs that sound so picture pretty
Give way to wails of death today
Oh you'd better get high, the water's rising
Twelve feet now, it's not surprising
Nowhere to go, everybody's crying
The blues are back, the jazzman's sighing
Remember the day the Big Easy blew away