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
Bullets are flying from a young man's hands
People are dying, no one understands
And I keep on crying
I keep on crying
Baby please don't go down to New Orleans
Cause you don't know the things I seen
Bullets are flying
Bullets are flying
I got the St Roch blues down in my soul
I've seen so many of my good friends go
And it's won't be long til I go
It won't be long til I go