Waking in New Orleans, soft beneath the sheets Rattling at the window, rainy grey the streets I bet the guys next door still lie in hazy sleep We listened to their music until first light seeped On Josephine Street On Josephine Street Crossing Saratoga, house looks like it's falling down Rusty mesh around it, cars on bricks, grass overgrown. Still old Solomon sits on the porch at sundown He'll tell you everything that goes on in this town On Josephine Street On Josephine Street On Josephine Street On Josephine Street Baba dee baba da da...... On Josephine Street On Josephine Street On Josephine Street On Josephine Street