Sunday Blues in the Dome

Woke up this morning with the standard routine Put the black and

the gold on my computer screen Had the gumbo simmering right on

the stove

Ready to watch the team that I love But the whistle blew

and the kickoff began And it didn't quite go the way that

we planned Oh

we got those Sunday blues in the Crescent City tonight

The Dome is all quiet and the vibe just ain't right We

scream Who Dat loud till our voices are gone But it is

a heavy road we are walking upon Yeah the Saints lost today

and it hurts to the bone Pour a little bit of comfort

in this

country home

Another missed tackle and a flag on the play The referee took

our momentum away I am staring at the TV just shaking my

head Thinking about what the commentators said It is a long drive

back down I-10 tonight With a bitter old taste and no victory

in sight

Oh we got those Sunday blues in the Crescent City tonight

The Dome is all quiet and the vibe just ain't right We

scream Who Dat loud till our voices are gone But it is

a heavy road we are walking upon Yeah the Saints lost today

and it hurts to the bone Pour a little bit of comfort

in this

country home

But we bleed these colors through the thick and the thin We

will still show up when the next weeks begin You can trace

this loyalty right down to our soul From the edge of the

river to the Superdome bowl Oh

we got those Sunday blues in the Crescent City tonight

The Dome is all quiet and the vibe just ain't right We

scream Who Dat loud till our voices are gone But it is

a heavy road we are walking upon Yeah the Saints lost today

and it hurts to the bone Pour a little bit of comfort

in this

country home

Yeah we lost today

But we will rise up again

Still a Saint

till the end Who Dat anyway

Yeah, Who Dat anyway