Crescent City Girl

Words/Music: Don de Leaumont

Crescent City girl, living in your own little world.

The bar don't close till 5, just to do it all again.

The redness of your hair, is the only color in your life.

There ain't no black or white, mostly shades of grey.

    As the ribbons from your cigarette, disappear in the night.

    Love is out of mind, and out of sight.

You were almost happy here, until the goddamn storm took her away,

and left a water line, where your dolls used to play.

Water damaged memories, that a FEMA card cannot replace.

There ain't no killing time, there ain't no saving grace.

    As you're wiping down the bar again, in this down that bleeds so deep.

    It seems to most that it never even happened.

Crescent City Girl, living in this world that is not yours.

You care for dad and sister do, like your mother used to do.

Open up the bar again, just a pharmacy for the sad,

for the lonely, the unloved and mad.

    You pour the cure for whatever ails, and lend them all an ear.

    Yet when you cry, no one's around to hear.

Crescent City girl, living in your own little world.

The bar don't close till 5, just to do it all again.

The redness of your hair, is the only color in your life.

There ain't no black or white, mostly shades of grey.

    As the ribbons from your cigarette, disappear in the night.

    Love is out of mind, and out of sight.