Shadows

Shadows© Cw Johnson 2011

Baby pack a bag..and hurry,
we ain’t got a lot of time.
I had a little trouble down in the Quarter tonight,
A man’s laying bleeding and dying.
With the money I took , we can getaway clean.
Make a brand new start, and shake these shadows of New Orleans.

There’s a French Creole fiddle out of Lafayette tonight on the radio.
And it’s breaking my heart , with each and every note.
The big easy has a way of creeping in your soul,
And it leaves an awful stain.
The hardest thing you’ll ever have to do,
Is shake these shadows of New Orleans.

Why don’t you lay your head in my lap, and try to get some sleep.
When that morning sun finds us in Texas, burn away these shadows of New Orleans.
Jockomo feena nay
Jockomo feena nay
Jockomo feena nay
Jockomo feena nay