Lirik Lagu John Doe No. 24 - Mary Chapin Carpenter
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(Mary Chapin Carpenter)
I was standing on the sidewalk in 1945In Jacksonville, IllinoisWhen asked what my name was there came no replyThey said I was a deaf and sightless half-wit boyBut Louis was my name, though I could not say itI was born and raised in New OrleansMy spirit was wild, so I let the river take itOn a barge and a prayer upstream
Well they searched for a mother and they searched for a fatherAnd they searched till they searched no moreThe doctors put to rest their scientific testsAnd they named me "John Doe No. 24"And they all shook their heads in pityFor a world so silent and darkWell there's no doubt that life's a mysteryBut so too is the human heart
And it was my heart's own perfume when the crepe jasmine bloomedOn Rue Morgue AvenueThough I couldn't hear the bells of the streetcars comingBy toeing the track I knewAnd if I were an old man returningWith my satchel and porkpie hatI'd hit every jazz joint on BourbonAnd I'd hit everyone on Basin after that
The years kept passing as they passed me aroundFrom one state ward to anotherLike I was an orphan shoe from the lost and foundAlways missing the otherAnd they gave me a harp last ChristmasAnd all the nurses took a danceBut lately I've been growing listlessI've been dreaming again of the past
I'm wandering down to the banks of the great Big MuddyWhere the shotgun houses standI am seven years old and I feel my dadReach out for my handWhile I drew breath no one missed meSo they won't on the day that I ceasePut a sprig of crepe jasmine with meTo remind me of New Orleans
I was standing on the sidewalk in 1945In Jacksonville, Illinois
I was standing on the sidewalk in 1945In Jacksonville, IllinoisWhen asked what my name was there came no replyThey said I was a deaf and sightless half-wit boyBut Louis was my name, though I could not say itI was born and raised in New OrleansMy spirit was wild, so I let the river take itOn a barge and a prayer upstream
Well they searched for a mother and they searched for a fatherAnd they searched till they searched no moreThe doctors put to rest their scientific testsAnd they named me "John Doe No. 24"And they all shook their heads in pityFor a world so silent and darkWell there's no doubt that life's a mysteryBut so too is the human heart
And it was my heart's own perfume when the crepe jasmine bloomedOn Rue Morgue AvenueThough I couldn't hear the bells of the streetcars comingBy toeing the track I knewAnd if I were an old man returningWith my satchel and porkpie hatI'd hit every jazz joint on BourbonAnd I'd hit everyone on Basin after that
The years kept passing as they passed me aroundFrom one state ward to anotherLike I was an orphan shoe from the lost and foundAlways missing the otherAnd they gave me a harp last ChristmasAnd all the nurses took a danceBut lately I've been growing listlessI've been dreaming again of the past
I'm wandering down to the banks of the great Big MuddyWhere the shotgun houses standI am seven years old and I feel my dadReach out for my handWhile I drew breath no one missed meSo they won't on the day that I ceasePut a sprig of crepe jasmine with meTo remind me of New Orleans
I was standing on the sidewalk in 1945In Jacksonville, Illinois
