| I miss the Quarter
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| The magnolias and the Pontchartrain
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| French market on a Saturday
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| I’ll miss the feel of this place
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| I miss the Bayou sunrise
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| The Mardi Gras and the Saga Lines
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| Bourbon, jazz, sidewalk kids
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| With bottle cap taps, dancing for tips
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| But I’m leaving New Orleans
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| There’s too much of you in this town
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| Your memory is like moss in the trees
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| Every corner it’s just hanging around
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| Well, The Big Easy ain’t so easy
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| Hard to say it but baby come morning
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| I’ll be rolling like the Mississippi leaving New Orleans
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| Well I like highways
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| So maybe LA is the place for me
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| If I point these wheels toward the Hollywood sign
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| All those miles to clear my mind
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| Or I could watch a horse race on some bluegrass
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| Where bourbon’s made
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| Catch some rays in the Sunshine State
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| Hit Seattle if I need a little rain
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| But I’m leaving New Orleans
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| There’s too much of you in this town
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| Your memory’s like moss in the trees
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| Every corner it’s just hanging around
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| Well, The Big Easy ain’t so easy
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| Hard to say it but baby come morning
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| I’ll be rolling like the Mississippi leaving New Orleans
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| I guess our good times have rolled away
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| Well laissez les bons temps rouler
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| I’m leaving New Orleans
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| There’s too much of you in this town
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| Your memory is like moss in the trees
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| Every corner it’s just hanging around
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| Well, The Big Easy ain’t so easy
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| Hard to say it but baby come morning
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| Yeah, I’m Leaving New Orleans
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| There’s too much of you in this town
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| Your memory is like moss in the trees
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| Every quarter is just hanging around
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| Well, The Big Easy ain’t so easy
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| Hard to say it but baby come morning
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| I’ll be rolling like the Mississippi leaving New Orleans
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| Yeah, I’m leaving New Orleans
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| Goodbye New Orleans
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| Leaving New Orleans |