Somewhere in New Orleans, a blues band is playing
A tune of life and love and loss for me; yeah playing.
In a clouded, crowded broken-down gem jamming-
Where I’m alone and sad and down on my luck.

In Harlem I can’t sleep, my blues ain’t gone,
I’m the same shadow of yesterday, bending today’s reality.
See mine ain’t no love story and I can’t tell it right.
But if you listen, somewhere in New Orleans a blues band is playing.