St. Roch Blues

Hurray For The Riff Raff

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