New Orleans Lyrics

I�m going crazy mama, I�m coming home
Let your voice ring in my ears through the telephone.
I�m eager like a top ready to come unwound
This truck has seen the miles, but your smile is where I�m bound.

And I�m bound for the border, bound for New Orleans
But I only got a quarter for gasoline

I got a half a tank of gas, and I�m burning oil
And I�d rather be from rags because the riches are too damn spoiled
I got a friend in Fort Worth, said he�ll loan me some bills
Then I�ll fill up with gas, and I�m spinning my wheels

And I�m bound for the border, bound for New Orleans
But I only got a quarter for gasoline

And I�m bound for the border, bound for New Orleans
But I only got a quarter for gasoline

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