Listen to New Orleans Is Sinking (1988 Demo) by The Tragically Hip

New Orleans Is Sinking (1988 Demo)

The Tragically Hip

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The Tragically Hip - New Orleans Is Sinking (1988 Demo/Audio)

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

The Tragically Hip

The Tragically Hip

Performer

Gord Downie

Vocals

Rob Baker

Guitar

Paul Langlois

Guitar

Gord Sinclair

Bass

Johnny Fay

Drums

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Rob Baker

Songwriter

Johnny Fay

Songwriter

Paul Langlois

Songwriter

Gord Sinclair

Songwriter

Gord Downie

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Don Wershba

Mixing Engineer

Ken Greer

Producer

Ted Jensen

Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

All right

Bourbon blues on the street, loose and complete

Under skies all smoky blue green

I can't forsake a dixie dead shake

So we danced the sidewalk clean

My memory is muddy, what's this river that I'm in?

New Orleans is sinking, man, and I don't want to swim

Colonel Tom, what's wrong? What's going on?

You can't tie yourself up for a deal

He said, "Hey, north, you're south, shut your big mouth

You gotta do what you feel is real"

Ain't got no picture postcards, ain't got no souvenirs

My baby she don't know me when I'm thinking 'bout those years

Pale as a light bulb hanging on a wire

Sucking up to someone just to stoke the fire

Picking out the highlights of the scenery

Saw a little cloud that looked a little like me

I had my hands in the river, my feet back up on the banks

Looked up to the lord above and said, "Hey, man, thanks"

Sometimes I feel so good I got to scream

She said, "Gordie, baby, I know exactly what you mean"

She said, she said, I swear to god she said

Oh no

No, yeah

My memory is muddy, what's this river that I'm in?

New Orleans is sinking, man, and I don't want to swim

Swim

Written by: Gord Sinclair, Gordon Edgar Downie, Johnny Fay, Paul Langlois, Rob Baker

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