Ike Bowen - New Orleans Lyrics

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