New Orleans

Soon as I wake up, I get down on myself again

Dug myself a big rut, I'm a clown at a funeral

Paint a frown on my tombstone

Broke my own damn back pushing stones up a huge hill

Everyone knows a guy like that, bringing knives to a gunfight

Step outside, buddy, I just might

It's hard to keep it clean, staring at a screen

Dreaming my own dreams and drifting down the road tonight

Going to New Orleans

Little boy becomes a man, leaves the good times in the trash can

Hey mom, look at me, I'm a ghost at the symphony

Playing Mozart on my tambourine

Hosanna! Jamboree! You were waiting in my bed for me

I made no offense to me, hollered lonesome in the valley

I miss my home some, darling, I'll rally it

Yeah, it's hard to keep it clean, staring at a screen

Dreaming my own dreams and drifting down the road tonight

Going to New Orleans

All the colors start to fade (ooh)

All my life turned to gray (ooh)

I'll keep the bad times at bay (yes, I do)

I'll look you square in the eye and say

"You ain't nothing, you ain't nothing that's here to stay"

Tear me down, build me up, I'm a river in a paper cup

Lived a lot but not enough, going home, son, for the winter

I'm a joker, Lord, I'm a sinner, sinner

It's hard to keep it clean, staring at a screen

Dreaming my own dreams and drifting down the road tonight

Going to New Orleans