Letras
Deep in the South lies a crazy town
Full of love, lust, dirt, and liquor
All the things that can make you quiver
I never once had a frown
Set out to find myself
Jarred loose from my own trap
Lord knows it's such a pain
Dealin' with all these daily crap
Being determined
I kept my head up
Trying so hard to keep control
Who else will fill my cup?
Is it the welcomers or the foes?
I sure tried my damnedest trip again
Even the stairs
Could tell me you're comin'
Though I love the shady trees in the merrily
This loss of a lifestyle got up to me
I prayed on the banks of the Mississippi
It floated straight out so I could see
So much walkin', oh, so much walkin'
I wore a hole through my shoes
I'm broke in New Orleans, Louisiana
There ain't nothin' left to do
I set out to find myself
Jarred loose from my own trap
Oh, I love the sandy trees in the merrily
This loss of a lifestyle got up to me
Lord knows it's such a pain
Dealin' with all these daily crap
Na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na, na-na-na-na