FREDRICK BROOKS - LEAD VOCALS, ACOUSTIC GUITAR
JOY BROOKS - HARMONY VOCALS
ROBBIE GRUNWALD - KEYBOARDS, BASS
JOEY LANDRETH - ELECTRIC GUITAR
CHRIS PEZZARELLO - DRUMS
Lyrics
GOD DON’T LIVE IN NEW ORLEANS
There’s no bread on my table at the end of day
Bad moon is rising here no sign of relief
My life’s laid open more naked than grief
Won’t somebody help me - somebody please
Chorus
From ashes I’ve heard a flower may grow
But it’s more deadly than sin more lightning than soul
I’m down to my last dime broken and rolled
Just a man on his knees
When God don’t live in New Orleans
So I carry this weight and it follows me home
As poverty wails I curse it’s load
I long for new eyes - ones that shine with hope
When shame is at the heart of it - you’ve got no place to go
Chorus
We’re just shadows of this city it’s forgotten soul
As floodwaters recede the mercy goes home
There’s justice for the rich man but not for the poor
Something is rotten here and I can’t take it now more
