Joe Sims - Nola Lyrics

Sitting on this beach, drink in my hand
Seashells and sunsets, feet covered in sand
I'm not complaining, but there's somewhere I'd rather be
Back where the music and the people are like me

I'd rather be on Decatur St
Right where the river sings her song
Cafe au lait and a plate of hot beignets
Just another day in New Orleans

The people are nice in Memphis Tennessee
Brisket and blues, and walking down Beale Street
But give me a po-boy and a cup of gumbo
And I'll be in heaven, there's nowhere I'd rather go

I'd rather be down on Frenchman St
Walking through the Faubourg-Marigny
Hear that trumpet man really fire up the band
Just another day in New Orleans

I've traveled this country from Maine to LA
Boston and New York and the Carolina Bays
And there's so many places I'd like to see
But that crescent city has a way of calling me

I'd rather be down on bourbon st
Watching some band play rock n roll
When I hear Sweet Home I can't help but sing along
Just another day in New Orleans