A semi-autobiograhical song (emphasis on "semi"), that tries to capture the feel of both N'awlins and Chicago. The rain and thunder were a special treat that we captured as Paul and I laid down this track in the back room of Durty Nellie's Pub.
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Story behind the song
I wanted to write a song that talked to the nature (New Orleans) and nuture (Chicago) aspects of my life. Jeff Lindsey helped me make the song more straight-up bluesy without losing the original ideas, and Paul Allodi - arranging god, slide guitar fiend and in-my-face friend that he is, helped pull it all together, made me re-work some lyrics and music, and made it a song I'm happy with - even as a scratch track.
Lyrics
I'm a blue Chicago woman
By way of New Orleans
Yeah, a blue Chicago woman
By way of New Orleans
Such a wicked mix of trouble
Outta be some kind of sin
Mama tried to hold on, to keep me off that path
But for every ounce of Mama's good, Daddy'd double it with bad
Drinkin' and carousin' until one night it got rough
Now I ain't seen the Crescent City since I rode that blue train North
(So I'm a)
Blue Chicago woman
By way of New Orleans
Yeah, a blue Chicago woman
By way of New Orleans
Such a wicked mix of trouble
Outta be some kind of sin
Got Daddy in my blood
But Mama owns my soul
Still sometimes that Bayou voodoo
Bubbles up and takes control
I'm hopin' up in heaven
Mama don't see my wicked ways
'Cuz if she does I know she'd say
Girl, you got hell to pay
(That's why I'm a)
Blue Chicago woman
By way of New Orleans
Yeah, a blue Chicago woman
By way of New Orleans
Such a wicked mix of trouble
Outta be some kind of sin