morgan geer

Maryjane

I see for me a dream in New Orleans

Lay me down by the old Lake Pontchartrain

We’ll rock and we’ll roll mathematician’s gold

Finally rain dogs will have their day

Time’s a-wastin’ Maryjane

Time’s a-wastin’ Maryjane

 

She said “’09 was unkind to a gypsy heart like mine”

Walking shoes follow the wandering eye

The trains run on time down the St Charles Avenue line

Hearts will crawl when they fall for the runnin’ kind

Time’s a-wastin’ Maryjane

Time’s a-wastin’ Maryjane

 

It’s lonely at the Saturn Bar, at a quarter to three I wonder where you are

Easy go little castle in the sand

When the sun rose on St Claude that day Big Easy dreams had washed away

Where’s a bird without a wire to land

Time’s a-wastin’ Maryjane

Time’s a-wastin’ Maryjane

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