Because a hard rain's gonna fall.
Because of Tabasco sauce on everything.
Because there's something new to see, everytime you look.
Because of the best po-boys in the world.
Because of sitting on the 'fly and watching the barges go by.
Because of long walks with large daquiris on hot days.
Because of the stink of the Quarter on a Tuesday in the spring.
Because of WWOZ.
Because of sunlight through the leaves of live oaks.
Because angels play their horns in the bars on Saturday nights.
Because of the devil at the crossroads.
Because of the cemetery outside my old front door.
Because of Abita brews.
Because fleurs-de-lis mean something.
Because the Saints might win this time.
Because we rebuilt after the last one.
Because injustice can't last forever.
Because of friends we'll never forget.
Because of something broken and beautiful.
We're still with you, New Orleans.
We never really left.
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