Letras
I know you're down in NOLA
And I'm in a different state
But I coulda swore I heard you
A couple stools away
And I just had to turn around
To shake a shadow of a doubt, it might be you
Yeah, 'cause something felt familiar
When she walked up to the bar
She ordered up a Julep
With a Louisiana drawl
My mind ran off to somewhere
Now I'm drinking in a world of déjà vu
Ooh, that rings a southern belle
It's a burn that I know all too well
I can taste you in this whiskey glass
Every sip of seven takes me back
To that Bourbon Street summer
Hands all over each-other
If they pour me one more
I'll get to looking up a number
That rings a southern belle
So leave that bottle sitting on the shelf
It's Journey on the jukebox
The smell of lucky strikes
Kissing under Spanish moss
And cotton candy skies
It ain't just jasmine in the air
That brings you back to me
Hell, it's damn near everything
That rings a southern belle
It's a burn that I know all too well
I can taste you in this whiskey glass
Every sip of seven takes me back
To that Bourbon Street summer
Hands all over each-other
If they pour me one more
I'll get to looking up a number
That rings a southern belle
So leave that bottle sitting on the shelf
Am I on your mind
Like you've been on mine
Baby, I can't lie
I want one more tonight
That rings a southern belle
It's a burn that I know all too well
I can taste you in this whiskey glass
Every sip of seven takes me back
To that Bourbon Street summer
Hands all over each-other
If they pour me one more
I'll get to looking up a number
That rings a southern belle
So leave that bottle sitting on the shelf