Old fashioneds at the new hotel
to break the ice before it melts
Vieux Carrés at Mr. B’s
that’s tradition we can both agree
then it’s back to scotch in Bacarat across the lake
with the oak tree, the piano bench, and all our mistakes
missed my chance at the Roosevelt
to put my drink down and see how you felt

and everybody knows where you got them shoes
if you know what I mean
with blood on your khakis and your shirt tucked in
on a drinking tour of New Orleans
on a drinking tour of New Orleans

so ya open up your book of Audobon Birds
for a little advice in so many words
sipping coffee as he turned the page he said
you’re like the raven, girl you’re smart for your age
don’t be like the magpie, cuz she’s too vain
or a hard headed woodpecker and feel that pain
all I know is don’t be like the crow
or one day you’ll get eaten

I said everybody knows where you got them shoes
He said I know what you mean
he had blood on his khakis, his shirt tucked in
on a drinking tour of New Orleans
on a drinking tour of New Orleans

I had a dream that I was dying of thirst
we were driving through the mud although the levee had burst
you dropped me off at the bar then went along on your way
the ladies in white they swam by just to say

that everybody knows where you got them shoes
whatever that means
with blood on your khakis and your shirt tucked in
on a drinking tour of New Orleans

I said everybody knows where you got them shoes
I think I know what that means, that means
blood on your khakis and your shirt tucked in
on a drinking tour of New Orleans
on a drinking tour of New Orleans
on a drinking tour of New Orleans
on a drinking tour of New Orleans