You can look in their eyes,
And you will see,
The story of New Orleans
,
Blue tears fall from their eyes.
All hearts have cried,
Just trying to survive,
And stay alive,
They were all our muse,
it seems.
For their lost dreams,
As the sun begins to rise,
On New Orleans.
Some have left,
Some have died,
Sometime there is no where to hide.
Some without lovers at their side.
Maybe a soldier's bride,
All have wept,
Left by their self,
In Katrina's high tide,
Katrina broke the levee wall,
And others may follow behind her if they choose,
Blue tears fall,
Knowing that they were only our the muse,
Under new stars,
They play with fires,
Their wear the scars,
Of the blues,
New Orleans,
has paid it's dues,
They put on their dancing shoes,
As the sun begins to rise,
You can see the story,
if you look into their eyes,
Crown their ladies,
The unwanted Cajun Queens,
And brave knights,
Walking the haunted streets,
of the lost kings,
Who have lost their fights,
The blue tears fall,
Their hearrt cries.
The sound of music,
begins to rise,
They have lost all of their dreams,
They were the muse for us all,
it seems.
Blue tears fall,
Over New Orleans.
They dance under dim lights,
To death's chants in the nights,
Song by the lost kings,
Dance of the Cajun Queens,
Muse for us all,
it seems,
Blue Tears fall over New Orleans.
Death came in disquise.
Taken by surprize,
From years of someone's lies,
Even the innocent died.
Sometime there is no where to hide,
Believing they could ride out that storm,
Laughing at the devil's charm.
Death seemed to cover the skies,
I can still hear the cries,
Tears fall from all our eyes,
You can see the glory,
And feel the story,
As the sun begins to rise,
Some have lost their dreams,
The story of New Orleans.
Muse for us all it seems,
Blue tears fall over New Orleans.