New Orleans - Luke Doucet

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 this ain’t 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 fed for weeks or days time means nothing to the dead

Damn this ain’t 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 this ain’t New Orleans

But Some Shitty little town

Some shitty little town

Damn this ain’t New Orleans

But I’m getting over it

Getting over it