Paroles New Orleans (Live) de Benjy Davis Project (The)

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Hey!It's trailer parks and swampsCanoes and cypress stumpsAbout an hour east of Baton Rouge, alrightall anticipate the taste of hand grenadesand the sounds of Bourbon street late afternoonNo one knows whats gonna make this differentthan the last time we decided we should goOnly one thing seems to be consistantThat would be the fact that we don't knowI got a pocket full of moneyand a fake IDNever met the owner but it looks like mefour dumb bastards and a basketball TeeOh, how I love drinking And I love New Orleans, yeahSmells like fifty yearsof cigarettes and beerbut no one seems to let that get'em down, alrightSo let it all hang outCause thats what its all aboutYou're invited to a party all year roundNo one knows what makes this city differentThan any other one you'll ever findBut every problem seems a little distantSo pack your bags, but leave your shit behindI got a pocket full of moneyand a fake IDNever met the owner but it looks like mefour drunk women and a boy's wet dreamOh, I love womenAnd I love New OrleansHow I know!yeah!Yeah!

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