Mama's got a baby sleeping in a grocery cart   Daddy's eyes are hazy wondering where they are   Waiting for the buses, waiting on some providence   Once we get to Houston, maybe it will all make sense      Praying to the Father and calling for the cavalry   Look at all this water and somehow not a drop to drink   Now did you ever hear of nightmares coming in the light of day?   Once we get to Houston, maybe they'll just wash away      Roll on Mississippi, goodbye Crescent City   Le bon temp New Orleans, never coming back to stay      Never been to Texas, hope this bus is on a tear   Never seen the President, maybe he will lead us there   And I never knew a promise that didn't break right in two   Once we get to Houston, maybe one will come true      Roll on Mississippi, goodbye Crescent City   Le bon temp New Orleans, never coming back to you      Last night I dreamed of rain but golden light was all I saw   I heard my old dog barking, went to see Mardi Gras   And I stood up on the banks and looked out over Pontchartrain   I woke up here in Houston, didn't even know my name      Roll on Mississippi, goodbye Crescent City   Le bon temp New Orleans, never coming back again      Roll on Mississippi, goodbye Crescent City