Lyrics
[Intro]
(Vinyl crackle… distant thunder… upright bass begins walking slowly)
Mmm…
Somewhere in Tremé…
Smoke still floating through the night…
Yeah…
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[Verse 1]
Smoke in Tremé hanging thick in the air
Trumpet player crying like nobody care
Bartender wiping glasses slow and tired
While old men whisper stories by the fire
Red dress woman sitting cross the room
Eyes dark as Mississippi midnight moon
She light another cigarette with shaking hands
Like heartbreak made her who she am
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[Pre-Chorus]
Piano keys dripping sorrow tonight
Every note sounding black and white
And this old guitar sitting in my lap
Know some wounds don’t never heal back
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[Chorus]
Smoke in Tremé…
Floating through my memories
Every saxophone cry
Bring your ghost back to me
Neon lights and broken dreams
Whiskey drowning silently
Smoke in Tremé…
Lord this city know my pain too deep
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[Verse 2]
Rainwater sliding down them window panes
Streetcars humming through the storm again
Somewhere outside a second line still roll
While inside here the blues taking souls
I heard your name through the trumpet sound
Felt my whole world slowing down
Cause every jazz club from here to Rampart Street
Still remind me of your heartbeat
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[Pre-Chorus]
Smoke curling toward the ceiling fan
Like prayers nobody understand
And every drink I pour tonight
Still can’t make your memory die
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[Chorus]
Smoke in Tremé…
Floating through my memories
Every saxophone cry
Bring your ghost back to me
Neon lights and broken dreams
Whiskey drowning silently
Smoke in Tremé…
Lord this city know my pain too deep
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[Bridge]
Old blues singer told me once…
“The blues ain’t music, son…
It’s surviving…”
And tonight I finally understand…
Cause this city breathe pain through brass horns
And broken hearts through smoke clouds…
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[Instrumental Break]
(Haunting saxophone solo answered by emotional blues guitar)
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[Final Chorus]
Smoke in Tremé…
Still floating through these memories
Every lonely trumpet cry
Sound like heaven mourning me
Bourbon shadows, neon dreams
Empty bottles next to me
Smoke in Tremé…
Lord this old blues life done buried me
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[Outro]
(Soft rain… saxophone fading into thunder)
Yeah…
Some nights New Orleans don’t sleep…
It just remembers…
ChuckStarrMusic504
