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September 04, 2005
". . . a lot of the locations from her songs are now underwater . . ."
I had exactly the same thought last night as I drifted off to sleep. . .

Everybody's had a few
Now they're talking about who knows who I'm going back to the Crescent City Where everything's still the same This town has said what it has to say Now I'm after that back highway And the longest bridge I've ever crossed over PontchartrainTu le ton temps that's what we say
We used to dance the night away
Me and my sister me and my brother
We used to walk down by the riverMama lives in Mandeville
I can hardly wait until
I can hear my Zydeco and laissez les bons temps rouler
And take rides in open cars
My brother knows where the best bars are
Let's see how these blues'll do in the town where the good times stayTu le ton temps that's all we say
We used to dance the night away
Me and my sister me and my brother
We used to walk down by the river . . .
Judith | 09/04/05 at 06:54 PM | Categories: Natural disasters
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