Goddess of New Orleans
I was born in Los Angeles
Raised in the south part I am not ashamed
They had there angels, but none did compare
With the goddess of New Orleans

I sang to the princesses of all the county fairs
Queens of the Rockies they all listened with disdain
But all got quiet when I poured my voice into the ear
Of the goddess of New Orleans

Down in the quarter the storm took a rest
Streets all wet with puddles full of rain
I turned a corner and with flowers in her hair
There lay the goddess of New Orleans

I knelt beside her, and played her my guitar
She did not judge me by my rags and stains
Either rich man or poor man it seems
In her eyes, they're all the same

They say that Robert Johnson never sold his soul
Just born with a gift and practiced night and day
But he learned the blues when his love was denied
By the goddess of New Orleans

And Lincoln died laughing, so the story goes
Got shot during the funniest line of the play
But the people of Louisiana know
He just smiled at the mention of her name

Now I’m rambling through the Tennessee hills
But I promised I’ll go see her again
Either in her palace or in the gutter I will kneel
Before the goddess of New Orleans