hey uncle louie, I wrote you a songnI'm glad you got your heart out of pawnnI'm glad you got your king out of checknat least that's how things stood when I saw you last nnit was New Orleans before the floodnyou had just met a girl! you were falling in love!nshe lived on the levee and knew the bluesnand played harmonica better than you nnin a neighborhood barnin the middle of summernshoulder-to-shouldernsetting like sister and brothernall of the sorrows you told each othernrose like smoke from the room nnthe heat and the bourbon was in your headnyou were talking in tongues! you were back from the dead!nand the girl and the city were one and the samenand last call never came nnand I can see you swimming out into the streetnI can hear you singing, when I die, don't cry for me nnhey uncle louie, the city is spinningnshe sure is pretty. you sure are grinningnshe's leading you home from the heat of the barnto lie on the levee and look at the stars nnyou can hold her handnyou can kiss her facengo slow if you canncause the world is a very sad placenand when she leaves she'll leave no tracenand the world will still be there nnthe sky is colored in purple and yellownyou lie on the levee with stones for pillowsnand you and the girl and the city make lovenwith the harlequin sky up above