Mr. Gooding tells me about the past,
Back before the levees gave way,
and the water swallowed his city,
Mr. Gooding says she was a proud place,
One full of passion and sound,
He says New Orleans had a life of its own,
Everyone there just loved to hear it sing,
I tell him that Baltimore sings too,
Sometimes out of tune,
But still she sings,
And we came here to listen