I just sang this song to a friend of mine last night. We were both touched by how appropriate it is for the current events down South...

"Twas on one bright March morning I bid New Orleans adieu...

I said, 'my bonny Creole girl, me money here's no good,
If it weren't for the alligators I'd sleep out in the wood.'
'You're welcome here, kind stranger, our house it's very plain,
But we never turn a stranger out of the Lakes of Pontchartrain.'"

The themes of hospitality and taking in someone who's lost everything are pretty powerful right now.

Molly