Nola

Sitting on this beach, drink in my hand Seashells and sunsets, feet covered in sand I'm not complaining, but there's somewhere I'd rather be Back where the music and the people are like me I'd rather be on Decatur St Right where the river sings her song Cafe au lait and a plate of hot beignets Just another day in New Orleans The people are nice in Memphis Tennessee Brisket and blues, and walking down Beale Street But give me a po-boy and a cup of gumbo And I'll be in heaven, there's nowhere I'd rather go I'd rather be down on Frenchman St Walking through the Faubourg-Marigny Hear that trumpet man really fire up the band Just another day in New Orleans I've traveled this country from Maine to LA Boston and New York and the Carolina Bays And there's so many places I'd like to see But that crescent city has a way of calling me I'd rather be down on bourbon st Watching some band play rock n roll When I hear Sweet Home I can't help but sing along Just another day in New Orleans