St. Roch Blues

There must be somewhere in this whole world
There must be somewhere in this whole world
Cause I keep on trying, I keep on trying
I keep on trying, I keep on trying!

Bullets are flying from this young man’s hands
People are dying, no one understands
And I keep on crying, I keep on crying
I keep on crying, I keep on crying

Baby, please don't go
Down New Orleans
Cause you don't know
The things that I've seen
Them bullets are flying
Bullets are flying
Bullets are flying
Bullets are flying

Got the St. Roch Blues
Down my soul
I've seen so many
Of my good friends go
And it won't be long
It won't be long
It won't be long
It won't be long
Till I go