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  I Love To Wake Up In New Orleans
 

 

I love to wake up in New Orleans
They named the bayou for the saints
Yeah, the bayou is a saintly place
There are angels in the cyrus trees
Watching over you and me
In the quiet there I can clear my head
Thank you, Lord, for my daily bread
I've said my prayers let the day begin
I love to wake up in New Orleans

Let's go out walking on the levee road
It's the highest point for miles around
Up here I know I'm on sacred ground
Looking out over the river
As the sky sinks low
Man, I'm the luckiest person I know
I can sing my gospel songs out loud
I once was lost but now I'm found
Time & the river wash away my sins
I love to wake up in New Orleans

Living by the river
You learn to accept the change
The drought that comes every summer
And the floods that come
With the Spring rain

Sometimes I leave the whole day free
And ride the streetcar on downtown
Stay on and ride it back uptown
Take myself a window seat
Close my eyes and feel the breeze
Did I mention Camellia Grill
Got a friend who works there still
Good food and the company of friends
I love to wake up in New Orleans

Now one last thing,
I've heard it said God lives in Memphis
But I believe he's only passing through
On his way home back to the bayou
They say he's got gypsy eyes and jet black hair
And calls everybody he meets, 'ma cher'
Gives me back my faith, restores my soul
I carry him with me wherever I go
Where all my journeys begin and end
Time & the river wash away my sins
I love to wake up in New Orleans
I love to wake up in New Orleans

 

 

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