Twas the Night Before Christmas (A New Orleans Prayer)
Dave's version of the Night before Christmas 'Twas the night before Christmas, let me give you the scoop. Not a creature was stirring, cause they all fled the coop. No G-Ma in Lakeview, no Joe in Chalmette, No Towanda on St. Claude, no one's heard from her yet. No Boudreaux in Waveland, no Jacque in Grand Isle, No Jean in Slidell, man that girl makes me smile. The place it was emptied by Katrina's great tide. They all headed north, now they're spread far and wide. As I sat there alone, I wondered out loud, What Christmas would bring without the usual crowd. And I questioned how Santa would find all my friends, Now they're gone cross the country from beginning to end. So I sat at my desk, which was no more than a book, Cause all of my stuff damn Katrina done took. And I wrote me a letter, crafted with care, Made my list for St. Nick, a New Orleans prayer. I start, "Pere Noel, you know times are hard, And I guess fun and laughter, well they're not in my c...