Nawlins Blood
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Lyrics
Verse 1
Crawfish boil on a Sunday
Hot sauce on everything I taste
Folktales told on the front porch
Granny said keep the faith
Nine to five at the refinery
Shift work till the sun goes down
Back home to the Second Line
That's the only way I'm found
Pre-Chorus
Hold up
Sip that sweet tea slow
Breathe it in
Let the whole block know
Chorus
Who dat banging on my door
Who dat knocking in the storm
Nawlins blood running through my veins
Mardi Gras purple and gold remains
Who dat banging on my door
Who dat knocking in the storm
Verse 2
Hot plate jazz on the corner
Trumpet crying through the haze
Neighbors passing gumbo over
Sunshine splitting through the haze
Rolled up sleeves and broken sneakers
Parade drums calling out my name
Every step a little deeper
In the mud I stake my claim
Pre-Chorus
Hold up
Sip that sweet tea slow
Breathe it in
Let the whole block know
Chorus
Who dat banging on my door
Who dat knocking in the storm
Nawlins blood running through my veins
Mardi Gras purple and gold remains
Who dat banging on my door
Who dat knocking in the storm
Bridge
Raised on riverbank rhymes
Scars and stories side by side
Water rising every time
Still I never run and hide
Nawlins in my lungs
Nawlins in my pride
Chorus
Who dat banging on my door
Who dat knocking in the storm
Nawlins blood running through my veins
Mardi Gras purple and gold remains
Who dat banging on my door (banging, banging)
Who dat knocking in the storm (knock, knock, knocking)
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