Lost all alone in the big city,
I stayed up yesterday evening,
I juggled my dear friends
And the love that I have left at home.
I don't know if I'm going to do it,
But I know that I'm going to try.
I need to see my dear whore,
I want to kiss him.
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Steal a smile from your face
And hide it in your heart.
Just keep it well hidden for me.
The next time you see me
After returning from the high roads,
Open your good heart and set it free.
New York City is a good space
The bayous of Louisiana,
I miss the great countryside
The big woods and the plateaus.
I miss the beautiful horses
br/>And the walks under the oak trees.
I would like to see my dear little brother,
Take him by the hand.
Louisiana, has there ever been
A poor man little negâ so unhappy,
I don't know how
But I can do it.
This old town is so complicated
With so many things on my mind e.
I spend my time driving around
The things I would like to find.
But I swear to you, and you can be sure,
Before it's too late ,
I'm going to find my acre of land
That's where I'm going to stay.
Mama, mama, leave the door open,
The light on .
It's the past time
That I have to go back.
Gone back home.
Gone back, gone back, home.

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