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The Essex Green
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New Orleans
Baby pack your things in a pickup truck We're getting out of this town There's too many people saying too many things Too many things to get around
I met a young man down in New Orleans Where the sky is blue and the trees are green He told me bout a shack by the riverside With a welcome mat outside
Where the whiskey flows and moonlight glows Breezes blow through the cotton groves And the sand squishes out from between your toes Think that's where I want to go
And the millions call to me Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com And the millions call to me
Don't sell your house down in New Orleans There's a fortune in gold down there Spend a little time in the winter sun We have but a second to spare
You say you've had enough of the life you know Take you to a place where the time moves slow Where the sand squishes out from between your toes Think that's where I want to go
And the millions call to me And the millions call to me
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