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In this land of plenty - I have nothing and the days go by Water all around us And there is no clean drop for us to drink

I used to bring fine ladies water - In between scrubbing their floors and raising their babies The rich ones from up on St Charles Avenue In those white pillared mansions I wonder how they are tonight

We see the helicopters flying all around But we have not been released Nothing has been given us to restore our peace

I will myself to live For my baby's dying in my arms And I look for stars to wish upon In this black blue New Orleans sky To keep my mind off of why

...we have not a drop to drink.