Guitar: Neil Hendry; Drums: Jonathan Peck; Sax: Dan Mar-Molinari; Backul Vocals: Melissa James; Bass: can’t remember
Description
This song is about the naivete of youth (among other things).
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Lyrics
I’d sing a song about New York City,
But I ain’t never been.
And I’d sing a song of sweet salvation,
But I ain’t never sinned.
Well, someday I’m gonna drive to New Orleans
And leave myself behind.
I’m gonna miss the point and blow this joint
And see what I can find.
From time to time, I think I’ll take up smoking.
Hell, maybe I’ll start drinking whiskey too.
I can’t tell you why I’ve these strange desires.
Guess I’m just feeling kind of blue.
But someday I’m gonna drive to New Orleans
And leave myself behind.
I’m gonna miss the point and blow this joint
And see what I can find.
And I would woo you with my melody
And take you by the hand
But, honey, right now, all I can think about is that
Down-home sound of Dixieland…
Some say that love is a prison.
And some say a woman’s kiss will set you free.
Well, I wouldn’t know ’cause I sure don’t love you.
And your cheating lips don’t mean nothing to me.
But someday I’m gonna drive to New Orleans
And leave you, girl, behind.
I’m gonna feel the beat on Bourbon Street.
And see what I can find, Lord,
I’m gonna see what I can find.
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