Got an angel on the stairs, as if you'd even care
When the lights are up and the sun had nearly gone down
Did you see him on the street? Did you pass him at your feet?
Did you think at all, "how dare they even look me in the eye?"
And he loves the girls, and he loves the boys
Gonna make twenty dollars 'fore the weekend's over
So set him up, then let him fall, turn him over in your hands
God save the king of New Orleans
Got a ticket to a show, did you see him take a blow
When the drunk one said Cat Stevens was the greatest singer
Did you kick him in the head? Did you see the blood run down?
Did you laugh at all when the people walked right by and said aloud
Gutter punks are all the same
Gonna make twenty dollars 'fore the weekend's over
So set him up, then let him fall, turn him over in your hands
God save the king of New Orleans
Set him up, then let him fall, turn him over in your hands
God save the King of New Orleans
Radio in my head, radio in my car
Goin' down again, he's goin' down again
Any way you look, any way you talk it over
It's easier to let it slip out of your mind
But it rips your heart out, then it kicks your head in
But you give him one more chance, try to see the beauty in this world
All the way in on my hands and on my feet and shoulders
Gonna make twenty dollars 'fore the weekend's over
So set him up, then let him fall, turn him over in your hands
God save the king of New Orleans
Set him up, then let him fall, turn him over in your hands
God save the king of New Orleans (God save the King, God save the King)
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