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Songs | Albums | Album Arts
Song: | Talking bout New Orleans |
Album: | Tennis | Genres: | Soft Rock |
Year: | | Length: | 327 sec |
Lyricist: Chris Rea
Lyrics:
Sat out a card game in a motel room Don't let the muzak drive you crazy late at night They tell me it's all part of the deal I'm in Well I close my eyes, put memory into sight
Every time I see you smile
Now the lady tabs your case, leaves you thinking An hour or so: I hope she's right on time And you dream away your touchdown destination Now single file and put yourself back in line
But oh, every time I see you smile
Now this old world don't give much for choosing You can spend a lifetime driving yourself wild But I can take its punches laughing - don't mind losing Just as long as I get to see you smile every once in a while
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