(Nanci Griffith)
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I truly need... a year down in New Orleans,
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The hum of a southern drawl that I could understand
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And should you meet... my sweetheart in New Orleans
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Kindly pass my heart into the safety of his hands
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I remember clover... in the fields south of New Orleans
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And we ran so blindly through the fields of summer cane
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Now when I'm lonely... I send my heart down to New Orleans
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To chase my memories alone down through my dreams
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How I miss the clarity I left there in my youth
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Will there be another heart who can endure my solitude?
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His roses grow... so lovely in New Orleans
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Their petals do recall the mysteries in his eyes
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Now, should you go... to that garden in New Orleans
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Kindly tend a rose beside his heart for me... and sigh
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Year Down In New Orleans
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| Nanci Griffith |
