I was born with a broken heart
And I felt lost from the very start
I grew up mean, but I grew up smart
First I rambled near, then I rambled far
I caught a train down to New Orleans
To drive a spike into Jim Crow's machine
'Cause of all the sights I'd ever seen
Nothing was quite like that New Orleans
So many men sitting on their stoops
There's lots of work, but none to do
Tell me what's a strong man to do
When his chances feel worse than the blues
Now they say the river might finally rise
And when it does, so will the guys
'Cause you hear their thoughts louder than their cries
And you know they're thinking keep your eyes on the prize
Now I live down in New Orleans
I still feel lost and I still feel mean
But I share a vision realer than a dream
That together we can take down
The oil-slickened
Dark money-driven
Jim Crow-addicted
Prison industrially complicated
Trying to keep us under-educated
In the name of the filthy, dirty, rotten, rusted system
Called the capitalist machine
Yeah, together we can take back New Orleans
Together we can take back New Orleans