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St. Peter when you see her, / wont you take my baby’s hand?

St. Peter when you see her, / wont you take my baby’s hand?

Please tell her that I love her, that I’ll always be her man.

 

 

Big Easy Blues

By Amin Sharif 

They call it the Big Easy

but it ain’t easy anymore,

They call it the Big Easy

but it ain’t easy anymore.

I’m feelin’ lost and so forsaken

and my soul can’t bear much more.

 

The only one I ever loved

has been gone and swept away,

The only one I ever loved

has been gone and swept away.

The Mississippi is her graveyard,

there she’ll be ‘til Judgment Day.

 

That old muddy river’s rollin’

right above my baby’s head.

That old muddy river’s rollin’

right above my baby’s head.

Yesterday, I kissed her lips,

But now today my baby’s dead.

 

Oh Lord, can you tell me

what am I suppose to do?

Oh Lord, can you tell me

what I am suppose to do?

See without my baby’s lovin’ ways,

I feel like I am drowning, too.

 

St. Peter when you see her,

wont you take my baby’s hand?

St. Peter when you see her,

wont you take my baby’s hand?

Please tell her that I love her,

that I’ll always be her man.

 

They call it the Big Easy

but it ain’t easy anymore.

They call it the Big Easy

but it ain’t easy anymore.

I’m feelin lost and so forsaken,

And my soul can’t bear much more.

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posted 8 September 2005

 

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update 3 July 2008

 

 

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