Story Behind The Song

Story behind the song is that I was out in Frenchmen Street, jumping from gig to gig with another musician friend when we hear shots and see this dude, stumbling on the opposite pavement, he eventually disappears around the corner and what followed is a crazy night of sirens, police, ambulances, fire trucks and whilst we were locked into our venue, listening to live music as if nothing happened.

Song Description

Story behind the song is that I was out in Frenchmen Street, jumping from gig to gig with another musician friend when we hear shots and see this dude, stumbling on the opposite pavement, he eventually disappears around the corner and what followed is a crazy night of sirens, police, ambulances, fire trucks and whilst we were locked into our venue, listening to live music as if nothing happened. It's a Thursday night in Frenchmen Street, New Orleans. There are shots, a man barely walking, holding his belly. we don't know what happened to him but all we know is that the night didn't stop there and the music kept rolling!

Lyrics

Me and my buddy, just hittin' the town,?Frenchmen Street jumpin', ain't no slowin' down.?Brass band blowin', hear that sweet refrain, ?Whiskey on my breath, blues runnin' through my veins.

?Step in a juke joint, catch a wailin' sound,?Guitar man smokin', tearin' that fretboard down.?But out in the street, I hear that pistol cry,?See a man stumblin', uh uh, he's lookin' to the sky.

?Ohh, the music keeps rollin'! ?Ohh, the music keeps rollin'!
I hear shots fly! ?Ain't no time for runnin', in this thursday night in New Orleans.

That poor man stares, blood all over his hands,?Tryin' to hold a hand, but he barely can stand.?The crowd keeps a movin', don't nobody care,?Band keeps playin' like nothin' happened there.

Some folks keep dancin', some just turn away,
Bands don't stop, got another gig to play.
City's got secrets, they hide in the night,
You can hear 'em whisper in that trombone's cry.