Lyrics

i'm going to new orleans
with a thorn in my side
i'm going to new orleans
with a thorn in my side
i'm too old to cry cry about it
but i ain't too young to die
i'm going to new orleans mama
with a thorn in my side
with a thorn in my side
i hear they got a man there
who can heal with a litle touch
laying on hands
he can raise the the dead
maybe for me he can do as much
maybe for me he can do as much
i'm going to new orleans
with one thought on my mind
i'm going to new orleans
with one thought on my mind
now i'm too old to cry,cry,cry about it
but ain't to young to die
i'm going to new orleans mama
with one thought on my mind
i'm going to new orleans mama
with one thought on my mind
you know the women there
save their softer cures
for boys just like me
lord they sure can stand to see you down
they love to prove their sympathies
they love to prove their sympathies
i'm going to new orleans
with a gun in my hand
i'm going to new orleans
with a gun in my hand
now i'm too old to lie, lie, lie about it
but ain't to goddamn young to understand
i'm going to new orleans mama
with a gun in my hand
i'm going to new orleans mama
with a gun in my hand
i'm going to rent a room
i'm going to sit and drink
shooting up everything
i tried to numb my head
i tried to numb my heart
i tried to cage the bird and make him sing
it was a very foolish thing
it was a very foolish thing
it was a very foolish thing