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I like the Mornin\' fond of afternoonsrnI love the
Evenin\' but it\'s over too soonrnwhat\'s Wrong with
me I Blame it on New OrleansrnrnI like Hot sauce love
the Southern stylerntry to Find a way ev\'ryday to
smilernquite Honestly I Blame it on New Orleansrnrna-Woh
woh some people find it disturbin\'rnWhat goes on down
on BourbonrnBeats all ya\' ever saw \'cept for Mardi
Grasrn and that\'s a Whole other thingrnrnI like the
People (they) make the most of lifernthey take a Real
good thing and Bamb! add a little spicernbut That\'s
just me I Blame it on New OrleansrnrnI like the Ladies
hey what\'s Not to likernand on occasion when they
act unlady-likernhistorically they Blame it on New
OrleansrnrnI like Music blues and dixielandrnI play
Air trombone (with) the Preservation Hall Bandrncategorically
I Blame it on New OrleansrnrnNOLA Cafe Du Monde and
Mother\'srnK-Paul and all the othersrnI never get my
fill and I Never will no sirrnrnthe whole World can
sing \"The Saint\'s Go Marchin\' In\'rnit Won\'t be
long they\'re gonna March againrnyou wait and See they\'ll
Blame it on New Orleansrnrn
(TAG) there will Come a day I\'d Like to thinkrnwhen
War\'s a song and hurricane\'s a drinkrneventually
they\'ll Blame it on New Orleansrnhey Don\'t blame
me Blame it on New Orleans