V1: wouldn't know good health if it bit me
don't give a damn what the doctor says
no amount of pills will take this sickness away
and you know where you can stick it, big pharma
sand between my toes on the coast wanting something more
spending the rest of my life with purpose
traveled East and followed the river
down to the city where music breathes fire
hasn't lost it's soul
sure they play tunes for travelers
but soul don't leave soul, flavor needs a host and I found something here
C: good eatin', good livin', good sinnin', good bein'
please don't take me before Mardi Gras
I know I have no say but if I had it my way
Lord, please don't take me before Mardi Gras
V2: front row seat at Church three times a week
my roommate the voodoo queen
moonlighting as a lawyer in the daylight hours
she gave me a gris-gris and I don't know what to do with it
she gave me a gumbo recipe that I make every Friday
family members reading off the statistics
they don't think they'll ever see me again
well, they got that right cause I ain't leaving town
I'll die with beignet powder on my chest crawfish eating me alive
dressed in my Sunday best camouflage
Chorus repeat twice
V3: You can take me during Lent, I said with a wink
forgive me of my trespasses and all the mess I left behind
come find me in a shotgun house where sunshine roared once again
I listened and loved in this laissez-faire city
(and I got one hell of a story to tell)
died a few times but always came back
after living here until my last breathe
I never asked for anything again
