It's Dark in New Orleans

I'm heading south

Take that train

Packed a bag

Slipped away

They say it's dark in New Orleans

They say there's work for a woman like me

I killed a man, and a few more

I shot them down and left their bodies cooling on that old dirt floor

I killed another to get this seat on the train to New Orleans

Three days counting, Specters shine

There's gonna be trouble, just my kind

I'll take this letter to New Orleans

They say there's work for a woman like me

I'm heading west

Take that train

Bound in blood

Bound in name

The bounty's high in New Orleans

I hear there's work for a man like me

They say good men must intervene

I have to wonder is this a nightmare or is it a dream?

Who am I kidding? For a man like me, there ain't no other than New Orleans

Three days counting, Specters shine

There's gonna be trouble, just my kind

I'll take this gun to New Orleans

They say there's work for a man like me

Three days counting, two hands more

Hands'll be steady once first blood's upon the floor

Two above, three below

I'm counting graves, that I will fill

Two above, three below

We're counting graves that we have filled

We're counting graves that we will fill

That we will fill with men like me