Luba Dvorak - Napoleon's Land lyrics

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On the shores of the Mississippi

They drink their wisky neat

The winds are pickin up in the strange summer heat

In the smokey bars

On the cobblestones

Ans on the dirty street

The gypsy fortune tellers

They can all feel the heat

Bang your drum slowly boys

Bring out the band

March down St Louis Street

And make your last stand

Tell the pallbearers

That we'll need a hand

The waters are rising

On Napoleon's Land

Scenes of segregation are ringing like a bell

Flooding televisions

From the bayou to Washington

Help out thy neighbour

Like you good book say

They bring out the guns

To keep them in line instead

Fire your guns boys

Right in the air

Let the bullets fall where they may

Nothing is gonna wash away you beautifull dirt

So fire your last salut