St. Roch Blues

There must be somewhere in this whole world

There must be somewhere in this whole world

'Cause I keep on trying, I keep on trying,

I keep on trying, I keep on trying!

Bullets are flying, from the young man's hands

People are dying, no one understands

And I keep on crying, I keep on crying

I keep on crying, I keep on crying.

Uh, uh, uh, uh

Uh, uh, uh, uh

Baby, please don't go

Down to New Orleans!

'Cause you don't now

The things that I've seen!

Them bullets are flying,

Bullets are flying

Bullets are flying

Bullets are flying

Uh, got the St. Roch Blues

Down my soul

I've seen so many

Of my good friends go

And it won't be long,

It won't be long,

It won't be long,

It won't be long,

Till I go!

Uh, uh, uh, uh

Uh, uh, uh, uh

Uh, uh, uh, uh

Uh, uh, uh, uh