| Where were you when the sky cracked open
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| Waiting for shelter and barely coping
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| Thinking you could ride the storm out
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| Hoping you would be all right
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| Where were you when they gave a warning
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| Hundred-fifty mile winds by morning
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| Category four making landfall in the wild gray light
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| Where were you
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| Where were you
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| Where were you in the social order
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| Lower nine or a hotel in the Quarter
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| Which side of the Quarter between rich and poor…
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| Where were you gonna evacuate to
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| Assuming there was any way to
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| Where if you didn’t own a car…
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| Where were you
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| Where were you
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| Where were you when you understood
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| However decent, however good
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| However hard some people try
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| They only barely make it by
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| They’re born to live their entire lives
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| In harm’s way
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| Where were you when you heard the stranded
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| The injured and the empty-handed
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| Running out of food and water at the Superdome
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| The newborn and the elderly
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| Exposed to even more misery
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| While those in charge of rescue
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| Waited for the Guard to come
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| And those who left the Convention Center
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| Were stopped on the bridge when they tried to enter
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| The safety of the Westbank and higher ground…
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| And when the Guard finally did arrive
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| And got to work on about day five
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| Mainly they were used to keep the looting down…
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| Where were you
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| Where were you
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| Where were you when you realized
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| However strong, however wise
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| However true our leaders appear to be
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| They talk about prosperity
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| However hard this country strives
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| When property is valued more than lives
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| How strong will we ever really be
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| How long do we imagine we’ll be free
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| We hold the truth self evident
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| The photograph of the President
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| From Air Force One he viewed the devastation
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| Shaved face and rested eyes
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| Looking down he circles twice
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| On the way home from his vacation
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| Where were you
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| When you got the picture
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| Where were you
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| Where were you when the streets filled up with black water
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| Where were you when defeat and destruction reigned in the Crescent
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| Where were you when it blew from every direction
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| Where were you when the promise was made
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| To retrurn and rebuild
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| To restore to its people
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| The city that gave us the first American music
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| The true inspiration and the freedom to use it
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| Where will we find it again if we lose it
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| And where will we be
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| If we ever cease to love
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| If we ever cease to love |