SWEET CHARIOT COMIN FOR TO CARRY ME HOME
Sometimes I see The Quarter in sepia tones drifting by
in my mind’s eye Was I even there? What proof do I
have except a dull throb mid-chest Was I shot and now dead?
Everyday is the end of the world for somebody
Said Monk Big Chief of New Orleans
Maybe these are my End of Days
Where the blast of Irvin’s trumpet will
carry me home Swing Low
*New Orleans LA has the highest murder rate in the U.S. for cities with a population of over 200,000.