New Orleans Swim Team

Song: New Orleans Swim Team

Album: Edo

Artist: Toussaint Morrison

Written by: Toussaint Morrison

Released June 24, 2014

ref: https://toussaintmorrison.bandcamp.com/track/new-orleans-swim-team

I hear New Orleans callin’ my name and it breaks my heart

Cos I’m sittin’ in this cold ass town lost in the dark

Hold tight, hold tight, hold tight

As the days go by, go by, go by

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Since I left the south, I make no measure in good weather

If a hurricane is comin’ then tell’em to come and get it

It’s the root-settin’, truth-yellin’, boot-kickin’, shoe-melter

Tellin’ you to go the fuck home and do better

Don’t worry ‘bout my cardigans and school sweaters

This is Trillmont until the apocalypse turns a new feather

For now, I’m buildin’ somethin’ similar to the High Wind

To fly out of this city and crash and burn on a warmer climate

Strike it like a union. My father’s holy communion

Is green tea, fresh fish, and activism

Shootin’ truth to’em ‘til the money can’t justify

Marginalizin’ blue collar lives to the millions.

I’m livin’, and that’s a result of the public school system

Racially defunct as it may be, it’s still my origin.

Oregon-Trail-Blazer. I don’t need your bridges

I’m skatin’ down the river ‘til it melts, then I’m swimmin’

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If ya spot me on the road to who I’m going to be

Ask me when I’m gonna get there, I’ll say today

If ya spot me on the road to who I’m going to be

Ask me how far I’m going, I say all the way.

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Got my blades to skate down the Mississippi ‘til the ice runs out

And start swimmin’ the rest of the river into the deep south.

Freestyle, front crawl, kickin’ hard

Flip turn off the levy wall

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Pushin’ weight, no hands, it’s telekinetic

Put this mornin’ in a casket, tomorrow can come and get it

My hustle is relative to the Highlander

It’ll turn that chesty bravado into an innocent bystander

Between more women than Lysander and the mayor of Cougar Town

Protect ya neck, Duncan MacLeod

You say leavin’ town, as if the journey could never travel back

But I’ve been livin’ north of the wall since they built Castle Black

It’s already a return to the mecca like pickin’ Paul in Tekken

And Camellia Grill grits for breakfast

It’s beyond your daily threshold and comprehension

Like Milwaukee, WI open bar wedding receptions

God bless it, cos I ain’t workin’ with too many of’em

I’m just swimmin’ down the Mississippi to where the love went

French quarter, no borders, take me back as I am

Just a man with a few songs in his hands. Nola!

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