Original Draft
Good Morning New Orleans
A smoky baptism shirtless [and] in jeans.
Old dances on my feet, old songs in my head.
Hello and good morning New Orleans.
A rumble of vagrants tumble into the street,
Warm congregation looking to be lead
To a smoky baptism, shirtless[and] in jeans.
Church of dance, church of drink, church of city-scene
Doctrine of late nights, dogma of empty beds.
Hello and good morning New Orleans.
Awake to find yourself awoken to a sleezy-jazzy dream.
Sojourners seeking to be melody- fed
To a smoky baptism, shirtless[and] in jeans.
A place where the rusted trumpet is the one that gleams.
Where law, as skirt, is ripped and shed
Hello and good morning New Orleans.
Ambitions, like street lights, hang in streams
lighting a path for the city’s dead.
To a smoky baptism, shirtless[and] in jeans.
A boy caught flight when the angels teamed,
Landing softly with wings widespread
To a smoky baptism, shirtless and in jeans.
Hello and good morning New Orleans.
A smoky baptism shirtless [and] in jeans.
Old dances on my feet, old songs in my head.
Hello and good morning New Orleans.
A rumble of vagrants tumble into the street,
Warm congregation looking to be lead
To a smoky baptism, shirtless[and] in jeans.
Church of dance, church of drink, church of city-scene
Doctrine of late nights, dogma of empty beds.
Hello and good morning New Orleans.
Awake to find yourself awoken to a sleezy-jazzy dream.
Sojourners seeking to be melody- fed
To a smoky baptism, shirtless[and] in jeans.
A place where the rusted trumpet is the one that gleams.
Where law, as skirt, is ripped and shed
Hello and good morning New Orleans.
Ambitions, like street lights, hang in streams
lighting a path for the city’s dead.
To a smoky baptism, shirtless[and] in jeans.
A boy caught flight when the angels teamed,
Landing softly with wings widespread
To a smoky baptism, shirtless and in jeans.
Hello and good morning New Orleans.
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Final Draft
Good Morning New Orleans
A smoky baptism shirtless and in jeans.
Old dances on my feet, old songs in my head.
Hello and good morning New Orleans.
A rumble of vagrants tumble into the street,
Warm congregation looking to be lead
To a smoky baptism, shirtless and in jeans.
Church of dance, church of drink, church of city-scene
Doctrine of late nights, dogma of empty beds.
Hello and good morning New Orleans.
Awake to find yourself awoken to a sleezy-jazzy dream.
Sojourners seeking to be melody- fed
To a smoky baptism, shirtless and in jeans.
A place where the rusted trumpet is the one that gleams.
Where law, as skirt, is ripped and shed
Hello and good morning New Orleans.
Ambitions, like street lights, hang in streams
Lighting a path for the city’s dead.
To a smoky baptism, shirtless and in jeans.
A boy caught flight when the angels teamed,
Landing softly with wings widespread
To a smoky baptism, shirtless and in jeans.
Hello and good morning New Orleans.
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