I’d trade all four limbs
For a parade in New Orleans
I’d hold her in a gold chair
On my shoulders like a queen
I’d sway in the four winds
Digging a grave we’d all get in
I’d trade all four limbs
For a parade in New Orleans
I’d hold her in a gold chair
On my shoulders like a queen
I’m afraid of the snake skin
And the suede boots walking in
written by Jeff Tweedy
For a parade in New Orleans
I’d hold her in a gold chair
On my shoulders like a queen
I’d sway in the four winds
Digging a grave we’d all get in
I’d trade all four limbs
For a parade in New Orleans
I’d hold her in a gold chair
On my shoulders like a queen
I’m afraid of the snake skin
And the suede boots walking in
written by Jeff Tweedy
