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I truly need ... a year down in New Orleans, |
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the hum of a southern drawl that I could understand |
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And should you meet ... my sweetheart in New Orleans |
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kindly pass my heart into the safety of his hands |
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I remember clover ... in the fields south of New Orleans |
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and we ran so blindly through the fields of summer cane |
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Now when I'm lonely ... I send my heart down to New Orleans |
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to chase my memories alone down through my dreams |
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How I miss the clarity I left there in my youth |
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Will there be another heart who can endure my solitude? |
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His roses grow ... so lovely in New Orleans |
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their petals do recall the mysteries in his eyes |
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Now, should you go ... to that garden in New Orleans |
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kindly tend a rose beside his heart for me ... and sigh |
