I packed my old suitcase
I’m going down South
I wrapped up all the memories
of this old town
‘Cause I hate these games
And I hate these heartaches that keep us down
Down on our knees
So I’m begging you please
Come down to New Orleans
With me
I miss the old Good Times
Where love was enough
To get us through the troubled nights
With our hearts intact
‘Cause I hate these games
And I hate these heartaches that keep us down
Down to our knees
So I’m begging you please
Come down to New Orleans
With me, with me

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