Places Like This Songtext
von Louie Bankston
Places Like This Songtext
Places like this remind me of you
Off the beaten path that sells seafood
Places like this remind me of you
And all the things we used to do
We let out on a Sunday ride
Up a round man′s shack, the fish is fried
Down White Kitchen, south of Slidell
The oysters are on the half shell
Places like this remind me of you
Off the beaten path that sells seafood
Places like this remind me of you
And all the things we used to do
Well, Highway 90 is a Purlington run
Down a turtle creek, the alligator's on the bun
Roll the Barataria down to Lafitte
Where the Higgins shack has blue crabs to eat
Places like this remind me of you
Off the beaten path that sells seafood
Places like this remind me of you
And all the things we used to do
When I get back tonight, I′m gonna let that girl know
I'm gonna be a man and tell her I gotta get back home
'Cause you′re the only one I′ve ever really loved
I hope when I get back there you still stay
Down the trail past the pond every day where the alligators lay
Down the trail past the pond every day where the alligators lay
Places like this remind me of you
Off the beaten path that sells seafood
Places like this remind me of you
And all the things we used to do
When I get back tonight, I'm gonna let that girl know
I′m gonna be a man and tell her I gotta get back home
'Cause you′re the only one I've ever really loved
I hope when I get back there you still stay
Down the trail past the pond every day where the alligators lay
Down the trail past the pond every day where the alligators lay
Well, I ain′t ate a bite since you been gone
Just a runnin' on that prairie tremble on
It's a trembling prairie, many men don′t come back
But I′ll take my chance on a nutria rat
I'll take my chance on a nutria rat
I′ll take my chance on a nutria rat
Places like this remind me of you
Off the beaten path that sells seafood
Places like this remind me of you
And all the things we used to do
Places like this remind me of you
Places like this remind me of you
Places like this remind me of you
Places like this, they sell seafood
Off the beaten path that sells seafood
Places like this remind me of you
And all the things we used to do
We let out on a Sunday ride
Up a round man′s shack, the fish is fried
Down White Kitchen, south of Slidell
The oysters are on the half shell
Places like this remind me of you
Off the beaten path that sells seafood
Places like this remind me of you
And all the things we used to do
Well, Highway 90 is a Purlington run
Down a turtle creek, the alligator's on the bun
Roll the Barataria down to Lafitte
Where the Higgins shack has blue crabs to eat
Places like this remind me of you
Off the beaten path that sells seafood
Places like this remind me of you
And all the things we used to do
When I get back tonight, I′m gonna let that girl know
I'm gonna be a man and tell her I gotta get back home
'Cause you′re the only one I′ve ever really loved
I hope when I get back there you still stay
Down the trail past the pond every day where the alligators lay
Down the trail past the pond every day where the alligators lay
Places like this remind me of you
Off the beaten path that sells seafood
Places like this remind me of you
And all the things we used to do
When I get back tonight, I'm gonna let that girl know
I′m gonna be a man and tell her I gotta get back home
'Cause you′re the only one I've ever really loved
I hope when I get back there you still stay
Down the trail past the pond every day where the alligators lay
Down the trail past the pond every day where the alligators lay
Well, I ain′t ate a bite since you been gone
Just a runnin' on that prairie tremble on
It's a trembling prairie, many men don′t come back
But I′ll take my chance on a nutria rat
I'll take my chance on a nutria rat
I′ll take my chance on a nutria rat
Places like this remind me of you
Off the beaten path that sells seafood
Places like this remind me of you
And all the things we used to do
Places like this remind me of you
Places like this remind me of you
Places like this remind me of you
Places like this, they sell seafood
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