Josephine Street

Waking in New Orleans, soft beneath the sheets

Rattling at the window, rainy grey the streets

I bet the guys next door still lie in hazy sleep

We listened to their music until first light seeped

On Josephine Street

On Josephine Street

Crossing Saratoga, house looks like it's falling down

Rusty mesh around it, cars on bricks, grass overgrown.

Still old Solomon sits on the porch at sundown

He'll tell you everything that goes on in this town

On Josephine Street

On Josephine Street

On Josephine Street

On Josephine Street

Baba dee......

On Josephine Street

On Josephine Street

On Josephine Street

On Josephine Street