Leaving New Orleans

Packin my bags, takin it slow
Gotta leave, man don't wanna go
My work here is done, yes boss I'm through
never thought, it be this hard to do

 

Crescent lady, fierce and she's proud
Faced the storms, but never stayed down
People here, are gritty and strong
If you’re from here, you don't stay gone long

 

I'm leaving New Orleans, not much to do
Leaving New Orleans, singing the blues
Friends that I made here, true don't you know
Gonna miss this city, down to my soul

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They don't know no strangers, they welcome us all
No matter how rich, or wallet too small
The food it will please you, down to the bone
And while you are here, you're never alone

Down in the Quarter, jazz fills the air
The party just starting, meet you boys there
Here there is living, life to the full
Even the dead, will party with you

Round the corner, sits Jackson Square
Your fortune for telling, and artist be there
God and the devil, both sing her tune
Hell, even Elvis, will come back real soon

I'm leaving New Orleans, not much to do
Leaving New Orleans, singing the blues
Friends that I made here, true don't you know
Gonna miss this city, down to my soul

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