Steam on the bed, hot sands on my head

Po'boy wrapper on my pocket, these jenga laying like a bed

Rain in the garden, laughs in the air You can smell the Sunday cooking, from a Tuesday

Everywhere New Orleans, you don't see my name

You just pull me in and call it a thing Shade on my neck, sugar on my tongue

New Orleans, you keep me young Poet's life, baby, only in slack cars

Talk about scars, talk about scars Tour is one, but the corner folk know

Every secret land shortcut, where the good times go

New Orleans, you don't say my name You just pull me in and call it a thing

Shade on my neck, sugar on my tongue New Orleans, you keep me young

I lay on rocks, thought I would go But the sound of that river, kept on meaning along

New Orleans, you don't say my name You just pull me in and call it a thing

Shade on my neck, sugar on my tongue New Orleans, you keep me young

New Orleans

Shade on my neck, sugar on my tongue New Orleans