[Verse 1]
There's a little black cat with a little white splash on his neck
I see him sitting on a patch of grass at the corner of Erato and Carondelet
And when I pass sometimes he lays there sleeping not even the milk trucks rolling by will startle him
And other times he gets up and follows me along pawing at my leg and we walk until we get to Calliope
And he sees all the traffic and he stops and he's got a look on his face that says “nope”
And I walk under the bridge and I give 20 dollar bills to the homeless
And I go to the market pick up green cabbage and some pasta and maybe some bottled water
Then I come back to my room that I keep somewhere around there not far from St. Charles
[Verse 2]
There's a girl I sometimes see walking down Baronne or Carondelet
I wonder if she lives around there but I've not had the courage or the stupidity to ask her yet
Which is better because my life's good and I don't need the hassle or the trouble
Gonna go back to my room lay down with my girl and watch the movie 'The Boy In The Plastic Bubble'
And back in my room I can't find it or see it but somewhere around there
There's a water fountain that runs all night
And sometimes the sound of it drives me fucking crazy I swear
And there's a mountain of tour dates piling up that I'm really supposed to be paying mind
But sometimes I don't feel like it so I pick up my guitar and put if off to another time
[Verse 3]
Sometimes at night I like to take walks through the path and the low hanging limbs at Coliseum Square
There's a cafe I like on Lower Magazine and there's a guest house that used to be old infant asylum over there
And a Vietnamese restaurant I like and also the famous Flying Burrito
And in the summer when I walk back through the park with short sleeve shirts I get eaten up by the mosquitoes
And I come back and I watch channel 99 dedicated to cleaning up New Orleans crime
And I'm gonna think about that old St. Vincent infant asylum on Lower Magazine a lot of the time
And I turn on the news and there's always shootings at a school or the threat of wars
Somebody killed somebody's innocent people and now their gonna kill yours
There's a little black cat with a little white splash on his neck
I see him sitting on a patch of grass at the corner of Erato and Carondelet
And when I pass sometimes he lays there sleeping not even the milk trucks rolling by will startle him
And other times he gets up and follows me along pawing at my leg and we walk until we get to Calliope
And he sees all the traffic and he stops and he's got a look on his face that says “nope”
And I walk under the bridge and I give 20 dollar bills to the homeless
And I go to the market pick up green cabbage and some pasta and maybe some bottled water
Then I come back to my room that I keep somewhere around there not far from St. Charles
[Verse 2]
There's a girl I sometimes see walking down Baronne or Carondelet
I wonder if she lives around there but I've not had the courage or the stupidity to ask her yet
Which is better because my life's good and I don't need the hassle or the trouble
Gonna go back to my room lay down with my girl and watch the movie 'The Boy In The Plastic Bubble'
And back in my room I can't find it or see it but somewhere around there
There's a water fountain that runs all night
And sometimes the sound of it drives me fucking crazy I swear
And there's a mountain of tour dates piling up that I'm really supposed to be paying mind
But sometimes I don't feel like it so I pick up my guitar and put if off to another time
[Verse 3]
Sometimes at night I like to take walks through the path and the low hanging limbs at Coliseum Square
There's a cafe I like on Lower Magazine and there's a guest house that used to be old infant asylum over there
And a Vietnamese restaurant I like and also the famous Flying Burrito
And in the summer when I walk back through the park with short sleeve shirts I get eaten up by the mosquitoes
And I come back and I watch channel 99 dedicated to cleaning up New Orleans crime
And I'm gonna think about that old St. Vincent infant asylum on Lower Magazine a lot of the time
And I turn on the news and there's always shootings at a school or the threat of wars
Somebody killed somebody's innocent people and now their gonna kill yours
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