The Whore of New Orleans Songtext
von Masters of Reality

Swing down low

The driving rain hit five o′clock in the morning
The streets were clear the storm came in without warning
She's on a ship of amber on the black water
She′s coming home she's going to get what she's after now

Swing down low
Swing down low

Light a candle for the whore of New Orleans
Rising high to touch the souls long departed
On resolution now the end′s finally started
We′d better hurry don't impale me with worry now

Oh oh

I dreamt I met the pharacies in a wooden house on broken beams
On a mudslide down a hill holding on to broken will


They tied my Lord to the whipping post please don′t take him away
They tied my Lord to the whipping post please don't take him away

Don′t take him away, don't take him away
Don′t take him away, don't take him away
He got no place to go, he got no place to go
He got no place to go, he got no place to go

I lost my home in the wicked flood please don't send me away
I lost my home in the wicked flood please don′t send me away

Don′t send me away, don't send me away
Don′t send me away, don't send me away
I′ve got no place to go, I've got no place to go
I′ve got no place to go, he got no place to go
I've got no place to go, I've got no place to go
I′ve got no place to go, he got no place to go

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