good people, by now you have heard/what in New Orleans has gone down an American city has overturned/& there many good people have drowned just imagine, good people, the ruin/ how terrible is the wrath of the Lord with the waters from the lake down to Bourbon/ from Canal to the Lower Ninth Ward
Two lovers, they are peacefully lying/ in a peace not a soul could disturb they cried out "my dear god, we are dying"/ but the president seems not to have heard just imagine, good people, the ruin/ of the ones that we choose to ignore with the waters from the lake down to Bourbon/ from Canal to the Lower Ninth Ward