South of I-10
produced by R.S. Field and Sonny Landreth

Shootin' for the Moon

Waiting there by the side of the river
Waiting there but she did not show
Wringing his hands and shaking his head
Checking his watch it's time to go

They say the sky is the limit
Reflected in the mirror of the mighty Mississippi
Shootin' for the moon
Crash landed in the Crescent City
Shootin' for the moon

Out here the truth is all you can see
But there is a trick in the thick of it all
The ghost in a fog is a thin line
Between first light and last call

They say the sky is the limit
Reflected in the mirrow of the mighty Mississippi
Shootin' for the moon
Crash landed in the Crescent City
Shootin' for the moon

Waiting there by the side of the river
Get ready to cross to the other shore
Standing there by the side of the river
It never looked so wide before

They say the sky is the limit
Reflected in the mirrow of the mighty Mississippi
Shootin' for the moon
Crash landed in the Crescent City

They say the sky is the limit
Reflected in the mirrow of the mighty Mississippi
Shootin' for the moon
Crash landed in the Crescent City
Shootin' for the moon

Creole Angel

Bottle rocket combo
got a corner on the crowd
Under her old balcony
above a bar called The Black Cat Prowl
Sets off memories
how she laughed every time
I'd break her silence
with a piece of my mind
A callin'...

Creole Angel come on down
Pray tell are you ready now?
Dusty saint on the dashboard
Will bless the berth of my old Ford
Creole Angel Northbound
Even now I hear the sound
Of open arms like wings apart
Taking off with a jump start
Creole Angel my Creole Angel

Jump start baby

It's a jet stream of conscious
Out of body tale
Through the Natchez Trace
Like a vapor trail
We saw the steam rise
and the Mercury fall
Between New Orleans
and Old Montreal
I remember...

Creole Angel come on down
Pray tell are you ready now?
Dusty saint on the dashboard
Will bless the berth of my old Ford
Creole Angel Northbound
Even now I hear the sound
Of open arms like wings apart
Taking off with a jump start
Creole Angel my Creole Angel

Native Stepson

(instrumental)

Orphans of the Motherland

Who'd ever thought it would all turn around?
Even in the square embracing the sounds
Of long silent bells awakened everywhere
From the cathedrals of answered prayers

Slow communion, broken union

Father's sons and daughters so tired
Catch your breath and hold your fire
Brothers in arms take your sisters by the hand
And deliver the orphans of the motherland

Who'd ever guessed it would all hit the ground?
Lowering the flag, the hammer sure came down
Rising faster than the bread that they need
The price of this change is paid in the street

Slow communion, broken union

Father's sons and daughters so tired
Catch your breath and hold your fire
Brothers in arms take your sisters by the hand
And deliver the orphans of the motherland
Deliver the orphans of the motherland

Congo Square

Might be superstition but some kind of somethin'
Goin' on down there
Might be superstition but some kind of somethin'
Goin' on down there
It's an old time tradition when they play their
Drums at night in Congo Square

You can hear 'em in the distance
And the old folks up the bayou say a prayer
You can hear 'em in the distance
And the old folks up the bayou say a prayer
That's when the voodoo people gather
And they play their drums at night in Congo Square
...Voodoo people

My eyes were not believin'
What I seen there but I could not turn away
My eyes were not believin'
What I seen there but I could not turn away
They had that mojo in motion
And I seen 'em dance in trance with that snake
...Snake dance

It might be superstition
But when I hear 'em in the night I say a prayer
It might be superstition
But when I hear 'em in the night I say a prayer
And that's 'cause I respects tradition
Like the kind they carry on in Congo Square
...Congo Square

Turning Wheel

Feel the fan ease the heat
Stare into it's whirring beat
Round and round me down to sleep
Drifting off this came to me...

When you cry my wounded one
There's a rain pouring down
Soaking deep a barren field
Springing life from the ground

There is more within the turning of our deeds
Like a wheel going faster than we see

When you sigh my lonesome one
A second wind is kicking in
Sweeping across the tides
Pushing sails to a coast again

There is more within the turning of our deeds
Like a wheel going faster than we see

Turning wheel turn, turn
Turning wheel turn, turn

A great divide is weaving through
All our stories told in two
Listen as we brave the edge
Where truth and myth share a common thread

When you smile my joyful one
Another sun in another sky
Shedding light on things to come
Lifting up all it finds

There is more within the turning of our deeds
Like a wheel going faster than we see
There is more within the turning of our deeds
Like a wheel going faster than we see

Turning wheel turn, turn
Turning wheel turn, turn
Turning wheel turn, turn
Turning wheel turn, turn

Feel the fan ease the heat
Stare into it's whirring beat
Round and round me down to sleep
Drifting off this came to me...

South of I-10

I woke up in Mississippi in '51
Migrated next door became a native stepson
Grew up on the rhythm of Clifton and Cleveland
And the Red Hot Louisiana Band

Rocking my baby through the Seventies roll
In '81 I counted thirty years old
Turning me loose and yet holding me close
Life was a waltz that wouldn't let go

Allons danser, Allons danser
Come on let's dance, come on let's dance
South of I-10 we really had it made

Lafayette boomed 'till they capped offshore
Then the oil families couldn't take it no more
A two-step too fast with one foot slower
I lost my partner when we hit the floor

Allons danser, Allons danser
Come on let's dance, come on let's dance
South of I-10 we really had it made

While the band was cookin' at the bar I went broke
And Clifton's accordion was starting to smoke
With a gold toothed grin and a laugh and a shout
He said "I feel like a jet y'all, we're takin' off now!"

So rock me high through the ups and the lows
'Til the music stops and it's time to go
Accept this dance for the life we know
And we'll get back up when we hit the floor

Allons danser, Allons danser
Come on let's dance, come on let's dance
South of I-10 we really got it made

Cajun Waltz

When I look into your eyes
They speak your heart to me
They say that you could have loved me
And long much how it used to be

Come, chere, take hold my hand
I'd never let you fall
It feels like magic in your arms
When we dance a Cajun waltz

Alida, Alida, I'd never let you fall
It feels like magic in your arms
When we dance a Cajun waltz

I've seen the night torched with anger
Strike a shadow of fear
But over the cries of danger sighs
The whisper of your name in my ear

Alida, Alida, I'd never let you fall
It feels like magic in your arms
When we dance a Cajun waltz

Alida, Alida, I'd never let you fall
It feels like magic in your arms
When we dance a Cajun waltz
It feels like magic in your arms
When we dance a Cajun waltz

Mojo Boogie
J.B. Lenoir

Been to New Orleans sho' had a wonderful time
Been to New Orleans sho' had a wonderful time
I was high, high as a Georgia pine

Mighty cattin' on down on Rampart Street
Seen everybody that I wanted to meet
She said "Watch it son, stop lookin' now
Listen to me! They got somethin' that'll
Knock you right off your feet"

They got that Mojo Boogie
They got that Mojo Boogie
Got that Mojo Boogie begin to slide on down

I thought she was talkin' 'bout those in Algiers
I said "Can't you please tell me,
Say what did you said?
They got that Louisiana boogie
And all them other kind of things
They even got somethin' called that Mojo Hand

They got that Mojo Boogie
The Mojo Boogie
Got that Mojo Boogie begin to slide on down

I got me one, y'all, she sure is crazy
She got a bunch of others 'cause she's an operator
Went to the night club she was squeezin' me tight
I believe that was just the thing that started the fight

They got that Mojo Boogie
The Mojo Boogie
Got that Mojo Boogie begin to slide on down

Been to New Orleans sho' had a wonderful time
Been to New Orleans sho' had a wonderful time
The Mojo Boogie begin to slide on down

C`est Chaud

Ayo got to go can't stand the heat no more
Ayo got to go c`est chaud, y'all c`est chaud
Ayi run inside burn alive in mid-July
Ayo got to go c`est chaud, y'all c`est chaud

Ayi overload the double-wide is about to blow
Ayi overload c`est chaud, y'all, c`est chaud
The a.c. is bust again pack my bag and travel fan
Ayo got to go c`est chaud, y'all c`est chaud

Great Gulf Wind

Night walk alone through markers made of stone
After the loss that had deepened
When something caught my eye - words on a shrine
Full moon aglow I could read them:

The Delta moon is a lantern over you
Like a porch light hung in forever
It will be left on because we're always going home
And we'll meet up again on a great gulf wind
We'll meet up again on a great gulf wind

Over I read with a whisper in my head
It hit me like a chill I was meant to have
Waiting for me there to comfort and to share
The meaning I found in this epitaph:

The Delta moon is a lantern over you
Like a porch light hung in forever
It will be left on because we're always going home
And we'll meet up again on a great gulf wind
We'll meet up again on a great gulf wind

Back through the gates I left that restful place
Taking with me a new peace of mind
So when the loss is profound
For those no longer around
I just remember to look up at night

The Delta moon is a lantern over you
Like a porch light hung in forever
It will be left on because we're always going home
And we'll meet up again on a great gulf wind
We'll meet up again on a great gulf wind
We'll meet up again on a great gulf wind

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