New Orleans Songtext
von William Clark Green

I′m goin' crazy mama, well I′m comin' home
Let your voice ring in my ears through the telephone
I'm eager like a tope ready to unwind
This truck has seen the mile but your smile is where I′m bound

And I′m bound for the border
Bound for New Orleans
Lord, I've only got a quarter
For gasoline


I got a half a tank of gas
And now I′m burnin' oil
And I′d rather be from rags
'Cause the riches is too damn spoiled
And I′ve got a friend in Ft. Worth
Settled out me some bills
Then I'll fill up with gas
And I'm spinnin′ my
Spinnin′ my wheels

And I'm bound for the border
Bound for New Orleans
But I′ve only got a quarter
For gasoline

And I'm bound for the border
Bound for New Orleans
Lord, I′ve only got a quarter
For gasoline
Gasoline
Gasoline
Gasoline