Tchoupitoulas Street Parade

Here I am with these same old blues

I'm driving alone on these lonesome black roads

Eyes closing, mind's wandering, lights begin to fade

Just trying to get home from this street parade

Oh, Choppatoola's the loneliest street

So much promise, it reminds me of me

Like a river, like a savior, oh, don't be afraid

Just try to get home from this street parade

Trying to get home from this street parade

Trying to get home