 I'm Matt Mann and we're the Shine Runners. The song's called Big Easy Living. Under the train yard, catch a ride to San Antonio. Shots of cane and tables, beers that cool the browns, Heaven Street tops, we comin' down. Big Easy Living, loaded like to kill me for too long. And the tip of the teeth is here, the legendary Dr. John. We throw the drunken heads back in my room, Surrounded by bed by the rivers, all the ghosts of old. Gets our slam with some things that you used to do. Taking a swim, the over-surgeon, over-strained. No longer tell the difference between the sinners and the saints. The Big Easy Living, loaded like to kill me for too long. Run down to the preacher, have a ride. On my wrong preacher, have a ride to kill me for too long. Big Easy Living, loaded like to kill me for too long. Big Easy Living, for too long.