Crescent City
When I was young
I walked the levee
Left a trail of smoke
Easy to find me
Unholy water
Breaking on the shore
I had all I needed
A guitar and three chords
But that heart of gold
Was turned to stone
In the Crescent City
But that honest soul
Was turned dark and cold
In the Crescent City
People walking
Up and down my street
A vagabond
Is all they see
I can hear them talking
Saying better him than me
I just smile all the same
Cause we all got to eat
I'm a pantomime
I'm a picker in the street
I'm a painter down by Jackson square
Where angels watch and weep
Now my heart of gold
Has been turned to stone
In the Crescent City
Now my honest soul
Has turned dark and cold
In the Crescent City
Yea
I once had high hopes
Just like some of you
I found out the hard way
I know where you got your shoes
Be careful what you wish for
Or you'll turn out like me
Only when we have nothing
Can we truly be free
Now your heart of gold
Has been turned to stone
In the Crescent City
Now your honest soul
Has turned dark and cold
In the Crescent City
Yea your heart of gold
Has turned to stone
Now your heart of gold
Has turned to stone
In the Crescent City
Oh yea
In the Crescent City
I walked the levee
Left a trail of smoke
Easy to find me
Unholy water
Breaking on the shore
I had all I needed
A guitar and three chords
But that heart of gold
Was turned to stone
In the Crescent City
But that honest soul
Was turned dark and cold
In the Crescent City
People walking
Up and down my street
A vagabond
Is all they see
I can hear them talking
Saying better him than me
I just smile all the same
Cause we all got to eat
I'm a pantomime
I'm a picker in the street
I'm a painter down by Jackson square
Where angels watch and weep
Now my heart of gold
Has been turned to stone
In the Crescent City
Now my honest soul
Has turned dark and cold
In the Crescent City
Yea
I once had high hopes
Just like some of you
I found out the hard way
I know where you got your shoes
Be careful what you wish for
Or you'll turn out like me
Only when we have nothing
Can we truly be free
Now your heart of gold
Has been turned to stone
In the Crescent City
Now your honest soul
Has turned dark and cold
In the Crescent City
Yea your heart of gold
Has turned to stone
Now your heart of gold
Has turned to stone
In the Crescent City
Oh yea
In the Crescent City
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Writer(s): Nicholas Williams
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