Crescent City disappearing in the rear-view mirror
Just like she's always done
Spent my life running from the ghosts of the Vieux Carré
That dirty spillway water in the noonday sun

The Daughters of Charity left their mark on me
Keeping secrets, well, it just makes you feel alone
Magazine Street stole from me
And I never thought I'd find my way home

Thank God for you I thank God for you
Wake up in the morning I thank God for you
I thank God for you, I thank God for you
Wake up in the morning, I thank God for you

J was just another junkie jonesing on a Greyhound bus
With a twenty-year ticket to a tortured mind
Sirens, sorrow, cigarette butts
My Jesus in pieces, broken as the highway lines

Thank God for you I thank God for you
Wake up in the morning I thank God for you
I thank God for you I thank God for you
Wake up in the morning I thank God for you

You gave me something no one can take away
You saw thru me and loved me anyway

I thank God for you I thank God for you
Wake up in the morning I thank God for you
Thank God for you I thank God for you
Wake up in the morning and I thank God for you

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Writer(s): Caleb Elliott, Mary Gauthier, Peter Case