Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans
And miss it each night and day I know I'm not wrong... this feeling's gettin' stronger. The longer, I stay away. Miss them moss covered vines...the tall sugar pines. Where mockin' birds used to sing. And I'd like to see that lazy Mississippi...hurryin' into spring. The moonlight on the bayou a Creole tune..that fills the air. I dream... about Magnolias in bloom and I'm wishin' I was there. Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans. When that's where you left your heart And there's one thing more...I miss the one I care for. More than I miss New Orleans. The moonlight on the bayou a Creole tune.... that fills the air. I dream... about Magnolias in bloom and I'm wishin' I was there. Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans. When that's where you left your heart. And there's one thing more...I miss the one I care for. More more than I miss.......New Orleans.
Here's Louis in a classic
Monday, September 05, 2005
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