Sweet magnolias in my hair
Carriage rides through Jackson Square
Sitting in the evening air with my baby
Coffee and beignets for two
I'll spend my whole life loving you
Rent a house on the avenue of magazine
You called me sweetheart
There on the street car
True love was blooming
By the house where I grew up
My heart's a second line
Cuz I let you in to see
That New Orleans piece of me
Hear the jazz on Frenchman St
Watch the people dance and eat
No where else I'd rather be than here with you
See the history in the walls
Haunted yet so beautiful
Penny less yet rich and full is my home
You called me sweetheart
There on the street car
True love was blooming
By the house where I grew up
My heart's a second line
Cuz I let you in to see
That new orleans piece of me
You called me sweetheart
There on the street car
True love is blooming
By the house where I grew up
My heart's a second line
Cuz I let you in to see
That New Orleans piece of me
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