I think I'll go back down to New Orleans, try to bury my travellin' bone Unpredictable me like I swore I would be, nothing's ever written in stone. There's a knock on her door, is she here anymore? I guess me and the neighbors will see. If the one thing that I couldn't do without her She couldn't do without me.
Could I leave her behind, go on losin' my mind, While the good times continue to roll. With this time on my hands, I could change all my plans And it really wouldn't bother a soul I could make all the rounds, paint all the towns Do all that and more on my own, But a man can't survive on Happiness Alone.
Take a good look around, this is New Orleans A free wheeler's got to feel right at home But it's a hell of a leap, whether shallow or deep That old river's gonna keep moving on Like that muddy Mississippi, she keeps pulling me under When you're in it nothing ever seems clear I could stand on the bank, just toss in my line But there's way too many fish around here
Could I leave 'em behind for the one the line Are the good times still gonna roll? With this time on my hands, I could change all my plans And it really wouldn't bother a soul I could make all the rounds, paint all the towns Do all that and more on my own, But a man can't survive on Happiness Alone.
