Do You Know What It Means to Miss New Orleans

Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans and miss it each night and day? I know I'm not wrong. The feeling's getting stronger the longer I stay

away.

Miss the moss-covered vines, the tall sugar pines where mockingbirds used to sing.

And I'd like to see the lazy Mississippi hurrying into spring. The moonlight on the bayou, a Creole tune that fills the air. I dream about magnolias in June, wishing

that I was there. Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans when that's where you've left your heart? And there's something more, I miss the one I

care for more than I miss New Orleans. The moonlight on the bayou, a Creole tune that fills the air. I dream about magnolias in June, wishing that I was

there. Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans when that's where you left your heart? And there's something more, I miss the one I care for more

than I miss New Orleans. I'm feeling low down for that Creole town. Yes, those shrimp and rice is, mm, so nice. With chicken and gravy, oh, how I miss

my baby. More than I miss New Orleans, my home.