follow my dog peechew to the crossroads head past the stretch of palm trees hang a left at pinky’s jook joint maxy will be waiting for you you’ll hop in the jalop, light a doob and haid to n’awlins: down elysian fields, hang a right on rampart, pass by “st. louis one” where you might catch a jazz funeral and then straight to the cafe du monde for coffee, beignets and some good ole gospel music amen!