Lyrics:
the way to New Orleans
I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna
And was playing soft
While Bobby sang the blues
With them windshield wipers
the way to New Orleans
I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna
And was playing soft
While Bobby sang the blues
With them windshield wipers
the way to New Orleans
I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna
And was playing soft
While Bobby sang the blues
With them windshield wipers
the way to New Orleans
I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna
And was playing soft
While Bobby sang the blues
With them windshield wipers
the way to new orleans
ay da da da daa, ya da da da da
took my harpoon out of dirty red bandannas
i was playing soft while bobby sang the blues
windshield
the way to New Orleans
I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna
And was playing soft
While Bobby sang the blues
With them windshield wipers
Count my sins and I hope I'm praying today
I'm getting richer and bigger while part of my old self slowly just fading away
Look at myself in
The art of making art
That is the state of the art
Is putting it together
And art isn't easy
Bit by bit
Link by link
Drink by drink
Mink by
the way to New Orleans
I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna
And was playing soft
While Bobby sang the blues
With them windshield wipers
the way to New Orleans
I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna
And was playing soft
While Bobby sang the blues
With them windshield wipers
the way to New Orleans
I pulled my old harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna
Blowing low
While Bobby sang the blues
With them windshield wipers slappin' time
the way to New Orleans
I took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana
And was blowin sad while Bobby sang the blues, yeah
With them windshield wipers
the way to New Orleans
I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna
And was playing soft
While Bobby sang the blues
With them windshield wipers
the way to New Orleans
I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna
And was playing soft
While Bobby sang the blues
With them windshield wipers
from heaven will be there soon
Hope fades into night,
Blue skies turn into gray
As the little one slips away
You're holding her hand
You're straining for
the way to New Orleans
I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna
And was playing soft
While Bobby sang the blues
With them windshield wipers
rode us all the way to New Orleans.
I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna,
I was playing soft while Bobby sang the blues.
Windshield
His hand, why suffer the gloom
Of a renegade heart in some lonely room
Our lives slip away with each tick of the clock
It's easy to talk -- so easy
The blues are keeping to themselves
Once in a while and I go to town
Just to restock the shelves
You know I, I take it pretty easy in El Dorado Canyon
toothless
They're calling me a nuisance
Others say I'm ruthless or stupid with the music, but I don't want your two cents
You're hating while your blue sick
us all the way to New Orleans
I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna
I was playin' soft while Bobby sang the blues, yeah
Windshield wipers
the way to New Orleans
I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna
And was playing soft
While Bobby sang the blues
With them windshield wipers
you die today
I can't, I can't live my life today
I can't, I can't watch you die this way
Blue eyes pale
You slip away
The curtain's falling
I feel
the way to New Orleans
I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna
And was playing soft
While Bobby sang the blues
With them windshield wipers
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