Home

It's hard in St. Bernard, there's tears in Algiers,
If you're calling for New Orleans, there's nobody here.
So fix yourself a drink, pack your things and go,
Last one out turn out the lights and bolt up the doors.
I want to go home whatever it takes.
I want to go home when the levee breaks.
I want to go home where the streets have holes.
I want to go home where the good times roll.
The ninth ward's disappeared, the Treme's overflowed.
It's Dante's inferno in the Superdome.
The inhumanity of this insanity
Could have been prevented oh so easily.
My heart is heavy, feet are dragging everywhere it seems.
This time even Fats ain't walkin' back to New Orleans.
I want to go home whatever it takes.
I want to go home when the levee breaks.
I want to go home where the streets have holes.
I want to go home where the good times roll.
The world is going to pay because we'll be everywhere.
There'll be dancing in your streets and music in your air.
And when that water starts to fall, you want see us around.
'Less you're buying drinks for us in our own town.
I want to go home whatever it takes.
I want to go home when the levee breaks.
I want to go home where the streets have holes.
I want to go home where the good times roll.
I want to go home whatever it takes.
I want to go home when the levee breaks.
I want to go home where the streets have holes.
I want to go home where the good times roll.