Текст песни New Orleans - P.J. Morton

Ladies and gentlemen I'd like to present my son
Paul Sylvester Morton Junior
On Christmas 1999 in his own way
As he managed to steal us on the piano
Paul Morton Junior go ahead

I used to sit for hours in my room
Making music just because that's what I love to do
Now I have to
Now so much is different I don't understand
Now all I hear is radio spins and what kid in place
Can it be fun again?
Like it was back in New Orleans
The place where I know what it all means
I had dreams in New Orleans
I done care what people thought of my songs
Yes I think it's time to go back home
'Cause all my soul's lost and it's been too long