Making up a story, cause I got nothing else to say
Going to Louisiana in the morning, I'm leaving around eight
Thinking up a message, I gotta get it straight to you
There's no need to worry, baby, you can come too
When I'm gone, gone away
If I play the guitar, will you sing along
Going to Louisiana in the morning, it's gonna be Mardi Gras
Baby don't you worry, if you feel a hurricane
If you watched the weather, you'd just expect a little rain
When I'm gone, gone away
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
I got no time to rest, Lord, I can sleep forever in the sky
Going to Louisiana in the morning, then I'll see you by and by
Come this time tomorrow, we'll be sitting on Bourbon Street
Making up a story, cause we got nowhere else to be
When I'm gone, gone away
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah