New Orleans Lyrics

There's a live oak that grows in New Orleans

And a room I'm staying in across the way

In the Quarter, thought I saw her; must be something in the water

No matter where I go, I see her face

There's a cathedral that I've seen around the corner

And something fried I'd love to try around the bend

In the night, I saw bright eyes in the amber-crested street lights

She follows me even to New Orleans

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There's a gambling man on Ursuline and Bourbon

Selling smokes to buy more tokens for the night

And by the river, took our picture; something's missin', God I miss her

She's filling up the corners of my mind

And she'll never know the weight of what she meant to me

She'll never take a trip with me again

She's makin' plans with all her friends in Abilene

And here I am with empty hands in New Orleans

There's a place I'd love to take her for a dinner

Sit her down and talk it out beneath the trees

And if we tried, I think we might find we'd make up by the coastline

But she won't ever speak again to me

And she'll never know the weight of what she meant to me

She'll never take a trip with me again

She's makin' plans with all her friends in Abilene

And here I am with empty hands

No money, no good plans

Here I am with no good hands in New Orleans