New Orleans Wins the War

<br>Don`t remember much about my baby days,<br>But I been told<br>We used to live on Willow near the Garden District<br>Next to the Sugar Bowl<br>Momma used to wheel me past an ice cream wagon<br>One side for White and one side for Colored<br>I remember trash cans floatin` down Canal Street<br>It rained every day one summer<br>Momma used to take me to Audubon Park<br>Show me the ways of the world<br>She said, "here comes a white boy, there goes a black one,<br> that one`s an octoroon<br>This little cookie here`s a macaroon, that big round thing`s<br> a red balloon<br>And the paper down here`s called the Picayune<br>And here`s a New Orleans tune"<br><br>In 1948 my Daddy came to the city<br>Told the people that they`d won the war<br>Maybe they`d heard it, maybe not<br>Probably they`d heard it and just forgot<br>`Cause they built him a platform there in Jackson Square<br>And the people came to hear him from everywhere<br>They started to party and they partied some more<br>`Cause New Orleans had won the war<br>(We knew we`d do it, we done whipped the Yankees)<br><br>Daddy said, "I`m gonna get this boy out of this place<br>Bound to sap his strength<br>People have fun here, and I think that they should<br>But nobody from here every come to no good<br>They`re gonna pickle him in brandy and tell him he`s saved<br>Then throw fireworks all `round his grave"<br><br>So he took us down to the airport, and flew us back to L.A.<br>That was the end of my baby days<br>Blue blue morning, blue blue day<br>All your bad dreams drift away<br>It`s a blue blue morning, of a blue blue day<br>Lose those bad dreams<br>Those gray clouds above you, what you want them around<br> with you for?<br>You got someone to love you<br>Who could ask for more?<br>It`s a blue blue morning, of a blue blue day<br>All your bad dreams drift away