New Orleans

You're playing with my hair the way your fingers play with keys
But you're not playing the piano cause I know the way a piano should sound.
Just like late September only deeper maybe just a bit

Damn the Saint New Orleans
But I'm getting over it.
Getting over it

Pardon me for asking but are you sick of me yet
Cause I've been dragging my poor face around and feeling like a dog that ain't been fixed for weeks or days time means nothing to the dead

Damn the Saint New Orleans
But I'm getting over it
Getting over it

Ohhhh well it's nice and all
It's better in the fall when you don't ask for much
Oh I must be dreaming cause there is no other life
But the one I'm leaving
And given what I think I know I really oughta stay
Cause there is nowhere in the world I would rather be today
And every time you plant a seed
It gets plucked from the ground

Damn the Saint New Orleans
But Some Shitty little town
Some shitty little town
Damn the Saint New Orleans
But I'm getting over it
Getting over it



Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Luke Doucet
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