Odes to Old Fourth Ward · Track 22 · closer
Saturday at the Park We Saved
Old Fourth Ward Spring/Summer festival anthem — 14th annual, at Historic Fourth Ward Park (pond-to-park; the neighborhood that saved itself twice)
Lyrics
[Verse 1] Sun's up over Old Fourth Ward, the BeltLine's wide awake Folding tables, paper cups, and somebody's homemade cake Kids out running on the green where the water used to lay Fourteen springs of the same sweet noise — and it's loudest here today [Chorus] It's Saturday at the park we saved Come on down where the whole block waves Brass in the air and a tale to tell The pond turned to paradise and the neighborhood's well Oh — Saturday at the park we saved [Verse 2] Art strung up along the fence — peaches, collards, sweet iced tea Old hands and the brand-new faces, every shade of family There was fire back in 1917 — we came up from the gray We don't sing about the losing now; we just dance, and we stay [Instrumental Break] [Bridge] Saved it from the rising water, saved it from the road Laid it back with our own two hands and a front-porch golden glow Every spring's a little proof of the promise that we made So raise your cup to the ones before — here at the park we saved [Chorus] It's Saturday at the park we saved Come on down where the whole block waves Brass in the air and a tale to tell The pond turned to paradise and the neighborhood's well Oh — Saturday at the park we saved [Outro] Right where the pond used to be — sing it proud Fourth Ward forever — that's our crowd