Sticky Crescent City summer slays the tourist trade
And Pork Chop don't tap dance no more on the hot streets of Dumane
Yes and even the magic bead lady sells her dollar beads indoors
You wish on them, you wish on her, you don't wish on me no more
And I'm Breakin' my back up front for you baby
Breakin' my back up front for you now
Breakin' my back up front for you baby
And you don't care
Hot New Orleans horror stories float the Vieux Carre
Chicken hawking children and a drunken street parade
And of lazy dreaming lives adrift, directionless away
Of holding on, of wanting more, of dear departed saints
And I'm Breakin' my back up front for you baby
Breakin' my back up front for you now
Breakin' my back up front for you baby
And you don't care
The clock on the wall, the iron shop next door
I hated to leave behind those creakin' boards
But I gave it all away to do the things I knew I had to do
And I don't miss the easy life at all
Feel mosquitos swarming on my arms and on my face
So I flee the Mississippi mud to tour around the states
Because Pork Chop's dead and buried in a beggers grave or two
You wouldn't know, to look at me, but I'll die a begger too
And I'm Breakin' my back up front for you baby
Breakin' my back up front for you now
Breakin' my back up front for you baby
And you don't care
I'm Breakin' my back up front for you baby
Breakin' my back up front for you now
Breakin' my back up front for you baby
And you don't care (Don't care)
No you don't care (Don't care)
No you don't care (Don't care)