C1: I love you New Orleans I love your sexy style
I love you New Orleans
I love your comeback ways
I forgive you New Orleans for the spell on me to stay
V1: Up in Heaven, the Lord looked at me
and said, "Boy you lived".
I said, "I sure did
I'm from the greatest city in the South"
The Good Lord said, "Ho, That's my kind of town". (Now, let's play skeeball)
we got the tourists traps, local joints murder spots
good time corners, strippers, prostitutes the whole lot
a piano playing in every windowsill
fleur-de-lis in the City Park oak trees
the rich got their etiquette and fancy balls
I got the Saints, Zephyrs, Pelicans winning it all
C2: I love you New Orleans I love your sexy style
I love you New Orleans I love your comeback ways
I forgive you New Orleans for the spell on me to stay
V2: strangled by beads, left for dead in the bayou
eight parish living off the Holy Trinity
rebuild here, old money there (spoken)
a church for every belief
closed sign goes up on football night
preacher tell me I been living right
upper echelon with their good names and mansions
eighty degrees turtleneck wearing purity ring flashing
can't tell the bad girls from the good girls on certain nights
God Bless this town
C3: I love you New Orleans I love your devious ways
I love you New Orleans I love your beauty and grace
God Bless you New Orleans when the levee breaks
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I am very proud of this. Je t'aime Nouvelle-Orléans!
Currently working on... Lord, don't take me before Mardi Gras. As of yet, I don't know if it is a song or a poem.
