There must be somewhere in this whole world
There must be somewhere in this whole world
'Cause I keep on trying, I keep on trying
I keep on trying, I keep on trying!
Oooh, oooh, oooh
Bullets are flying from the young man's hands
People are dying, no one understands
And I keep on crying, I keep on crying
I keep on crying, I keep on crying
Oooh, oooh, oooh
Oooooooooh, Oooh, oooh, oooh
Oooooooooh, oooh, ooh Oooh, oooh, oooh
Baby, please don't go
Down to New Orleans
'Cause you don't know
The things that I've seen
Them bullets are flying, bullets are flying
Bullets are flying, Bullets are fly-y-y-y-y-ing
Oooh, oooh, oooh
Got the St. Roch Blues
Down in my soul
I've seen so many
Of my good friends go
And it won't be long, it won't be long
It won't be long, it won't be long
'Till I go
Oooooooooh, Oooh, oooh, oooh
Oooooooooh, oooh, ooh Oooh, oooh, oooh
Ooooooooh