There must be somewhere in this whole world There must be somewhere in this whole world 'Cause I keep on trying, I keep on trying, I keep on trying, I keep on trying! Bullets are flying, from the young man's hands People are dying, no one understands And I keep on crying, I keep on crying I keep on crying, I keep on crying. Uh, uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh, uh Baby, please don't go Down to New Orleans! 'Cause you don't now The things that I've seen! Them bullets are flying, Bullets are flying Bullets are flying Bullets are flying Uh, got the St. Roch Blues Down my soul I've seen so many Of my good friends go And it won't be long, It won't be long, It won't be long, It won't be long, Till I go! Uh, uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh, uh