Bryan Gorsira Wash Me
It started in New Orleans with a bourbon on Bourbon Street
A hurricane blew me over, was so hard to stay on my feet
Then you caught me in Pirate’s Alley, with my pants down to my knees
My new friend was below me, trying hard to please
So take me to the river, wash me of my sin
I’m feelin low down and dirty, it’s a sad shape I’m in
Take me to the river, wash me of my sin
Hmmm
She was a spirit of the evening, an apparition of delight
She surrounded me in magic, then left me to my plight
I woke up in an alley, sunlight streaked through my morning fog
Dampness soaked my soul and pants, and my wallet was gone
CHORUS
Well I searched the cobblestones, I searched the trees
I even went to church and got down on my knees
Well girl I need you by me, I’m blue without you
But it was the spirit of New Orleans, and there was nothing I could do
