Another Murder in New Orleans - Dr. John/Bobby Rush/Blinddog Smokin'

Written by：Carl Gustafson/Donald Markowitz

The sales on the trouble is mule

People's happy but the feeling's so blue

Elegant houses on boulevard

The light the dark reading out there

Terry 'cause

Feel the half breeze and the joke of death

Every morning paper tell her someone lost breath

I woke up into the night

Always is a night fight

I hear another shoot break out

Hear the bullets fly

Hear the mother scream

Another minute down in new orleans

Uh huh new orleans

We're down in new orleans

Young boy lying in the streets he knew where

No fault for the guy from his past to here

His mother who is the severed child

Cries alone confused weary where she found

She sees no answer for what was goin'

A bullet has taken away his son

I woke up into the night

Always is a night fight

I hear another shoot break out

Hear the bullets fly

Hear the mother scream

Another minute down in new orleans

Seen too much city of song

Song for the healing and wound

And hope for feel and for new vigilant cryin'

To those hold them in the streets where they die

Die

I woke up into the night

Always is a night fight

Hear the shots break out

Hear the bullets fly

Hear the mother scream

Another minute down in new orleans

Aah

Down in new orleans

Aaah down in new orleans

Another minute down in new orleans

Minute down

New orleans

Another minute

Down in new orleans

Uh huh

Another minute

Down in new orleans

Hit momma

There a lot goin' in the new orleans

Broken hearts