| i couldnt out drink anyone for nothing
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| but id act like it till i puked or passed out
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| most nights i could get away with something
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| these days i dont seem to stand so proud
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| she asked me why just i cant stop drinking
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| come on babe we both know its to late
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| oooh
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| for either one of us to still be thinkin
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| that i could live my life some other way
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| i woke up
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| in new orleans
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| angry at the world and all alone
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| i want you
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| to kniow darling
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| i love you and want to come back home
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| to less then graceful ladies ive said we’ll see
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| ive drank with scoundrels, tramps, and goddamn fools
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| oooh
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| but i dont think they’d much care if it kills me
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| living like a man just passing through
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| the last few years were stitched with floss and pipe dreams
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| a quilt of poor intentions raveled out
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| oooh
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| but it was you who took me in and saved me
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| seems ive payed you back with slack and broken vows
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| and i woke up in new orleans
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| angry at the world and all alone
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| i want you
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| to know darling
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| i love you and i want to come back home
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| i know it should have been easy
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| its to late to change the path i chose
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| this might not count for nothin
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| just wanted you to know
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| i woke up
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| in new orleans
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| angry at the world and all alone
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| i want you
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| to know darling
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| i love you and i want to come back home
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| i love you and i want to come back home |