Texabamasota Brackish - "Port City Blues" at the Flora-Bama

** LYRICS BELOW **
Mon., Aug. 17, 2009 -- Texabamasota Chip playing his ode to Mobile, AL at the Flora-Bama. Mobile - home of Mardi Gras, Joe Cain, hurricane parties, crawfish boils and ancient oaks and magnolias. Bury me in Church Street Cemetery with a jazz procession. That'll be cool enough for me.

LYRICS

PORT CITY BLUES
Chip Walton aka Texabamasota Brackish

V1
Can't believe it. Feels like a dream.
Thought the young yankee as he stood among humidity.
An oak tree canopy covers Government Street.
I only take the interstate when the causeways flooded.

HOOK
I got them Port City Blues won't you take me away
Until sundown?
I'm on that Dirty South train headed nowhere dare I say
I'll be there tomorrow.

V2
It's hot as hell in mid-April, summer's still months... like they say
By late August this madness will escalate.
A full moon rises over an empty bay.
I always miss the Jubiliee and hear about it the next day.

HOOK

V3
Driving to the Island, Gulf Shores is to far away for today.
I'm dodging speedbumps through Midtown b/c I know it's the quickest way.
Once you cross Broad Street nothing is quite the same anyway.
I dance through the graveyard merry like a widow, madder than Joe Cain
((GIVE IT UP FOR JOE CAIN!))

HOOK

BRIDGE
When I die -- burn the body, spread the ashes on Parade Route A
If I live long enough I hope to party with the next hurricane.
If I live long enough to tell my son to wear shoes while swimming in the Bay.
I may... I may.

V4
No, I cannot leave it, feels like it's meant for me.
Covering the coast like castnet, the heat index reads 103.
An oak tree canopy still covers Government Street.
I only take the interstate when the causeway's flooded.

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