New Orleans

There's a live oak that grows in New Orleans And a room I'm staying in across the way In the Quarter, thought I saw her; must be something in the water No matter where I go, I see her face There's a cathedral that I've seen around the corner And something fried I'd love to try around the bend In the night, I saw bright eyes in the amber-crested street lights She follows me even to New Orleans Mmm There's a gambling man on Ursuline and Bourbon Selling smokes to buy more tokens for the night And by the river, took our picture; something's missin', God I miss her She's filling up the corners of my mind And she'll never know the weight of what she meant to me She'll never take a trip with me again She's makin' plans with all her friends in Abilene And here I am with empty hands in New Orleans There's a place I'd love to take her for a dinner Sit her down and talk it out beneath the trees And if we tried, I think we might find we'd make up by the coastline But she won't ever speak again to me And she'll never know the weight of what she meant to me She'll never take a trip with me again She's makin' plans with all her friends in Abilene And here I am with empty hands No money, no good plans Here I am with no good hands in New Orleans