New Orleans

Baby pack your things in a pickup truck

We're getting out of this town

There's too many people saying too many things

Too many things to get around

I met a young man down in New Orleans

Where the sky is blue and the trees are green

He told me bout a shack by the riverside

With a welcome mat outside

Where the whiskey flows and moonlight glows

Breezes blow through the cotton groves

And the sand squishes out from between your toes

Think that's where I want to go

And the millions call to me

And the millions call to me

Don't sell your house down in New Orleans

There's a fortune in gold down there

Spend a little time in the winter sun

We have but a second to spare

You say you've had enough of the life you know

Take you to a place where the time moves slow

Where the sand squishes out from between your toes

Think that's where I want to go

And the millions call to me

And the millions call to me