| I’ve been making the scenes down here in New Orleans
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| Baby, old Mardi Gras makes the news
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| It’s hard to believe I’d ever want to leave
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| And I’m living with the Sin City blues
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| I’m tired of the town, through hanging around
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| Too many women to choose
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| I’m sick up and fed, need to leave, clear my head
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| I’m living with the Sin City blues
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| I’m gonna let the soul Sin City go
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| I’m gonna move up north to Idaho
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| Maybe settle down for the lane
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| Make myself a new home in the rain
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| I’m tired of the sleaze and I’m tired of the tease
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| Burn out on that Bourbon Street blues
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| Huh, I love rice and beans and I’m leaving New Orleans
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| Leaving with the Sin City blues
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| Well, it’s goodbye Louisiann', I’ve stood all I can
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| Did that neon lights, did a few
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| Just having lot of fun, I got leaving to get done
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| Leaving with the Sin City blues, and I’m gone
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| I’m leaving with the Sin City blues |